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Too Many Cooks

The Chef As the Bourdain said a cook is nobody he has no power no one cares what he has to say some of them are gifted with a natural talent for food and its ingredient and flashes of inspiration can fire the spark that is godlike. I knew of a restaurant which was always full at lunch and dinner, Where the chef? I asked a waiter. Oh, he is somewhere in the back. Back of the food place an open door, the chef stood to smoke a cigarette. I looked at me sourly, but when I expressed interest and when an order came in of a bacon omelette he made it with the flourish of a craftsman. The manager of the establishment said the chef had worked here for Six years but he- the chef- was impossible to work with. The chef suddenly quit and drove a taxi. Less stress that way. The restaurant faltered until the penny dropped, a chef is a star In the firmament of catering without a flawed genius in the kitchen, it is better to run a pizza parlour

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