We worship the chef because they represent a rare point of authenticity in a synthetic world. There is no "filter" on a hot pan; there is no "undo" button on a broken sauce.
In the kitchen, reality is divine. The chef works with the raw materials of the earth—blood, bone, earth, and vine—and treats them with a reverence that borders on the religious. We are drawn to this because it feels real. A chef doesn't just provide a service; they provide an encounter with the tangible truth of the world.