Mary McNamara: 'The Bear' isn't about the pressures of fine dining. It's about the damage alcoholism inflicts
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The doors to the Bear may be open, but the elephant is still in the kitchen.
"The Bear," FX's Emmy sweeping, meme-generating, kitchen-whites selling, deeply immersive experience of a series dropped on Hulu on Wednesday, and viewers are scrambling to see what kind of sweat-of-their-brow delicacies it serves up next. By exposing the world to the wonder of the Chicago beef sandwich, the regimented patois of the kitchen and a cast that appears to have been assembled in heaven, "The Bear" has taken restaurant culture to a whole new "Yes, chef!" level.
For an adult child of an alcoholic, however, "The Bear" isn't about restaurants. Not the wonder of bringing order to the unholy mess of a kitchen that produced Chicagoland's best beef sandwiches, as happened in the first season, or the NASA-like precision required to conjure a high-end fine dining establishment, as happened in the second.
It certainly isn't about the intricate "corner," "hands," "Yes, chef!" ballet or the meticulous genius required to create a masterpiece out of a scallop, a sprig of fennel and a blood-orange reduction. It's not even
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