Entre les Bras Page #2

Unbelievable!

Did you see Mom

holding the crayfish?

Don't eat the seeds.

I taught them how to eat them.

It's actually better that way.

Left here.

Over here, guys.

Faster!

I was the eldest.

I didn't have any plans.

So I made the wise decision

to cook with my mother.

Michel Bras, a cook from Laguiole,

in Parisian final contest

I was already dating Ginette.

When we got married, she helped

me in the kitchen for a year,

then she became the hostess.

1 star

2 stars

When passion beats all

The children were young.

I wished we could have spent

more time with them.

Oh well...

I remember

that they would often ask me

"What do you want to do

with your life?"

I was 20.

I had already chosen

to go to a hotel school,

but the question was:

If we invest money for more than

would you join us?

I don't know if my answer

influenced my parents' decision

to build this in Suquet...

I was also proud of this situation.

It's good for the ego:

Your parents need you,

so it makes you proud.

Building the Bras brand

I remember when he said to me,

as we were walking

by their old place,

he said to me:

"One day, I will live here

"with my wife.

I will be in the kitchen,

"and maybe she will be with me. "

It was on May 9th, 1987.

But personally, at that age,

I still didn't know...

what I wanted to do,

even though...

I expected

that if we were to stay together,

I would have to repeat

the family pattern,

and that is

to be the hostess like his mother,

while he's in the kitchen.

However, I don't think Sbastien...

I don't know if Sbastien

considered other options.

I believe that for him,

it had to be the only way.

When I see pictures of him,

wearing the chef's outfit

that Granny made for him,

I feel he had no other option,

but I also feel

that if he really didn't want to,

if he didn't want

to pursue that career,

it couldn't have happened.

Because we always have a choice.

He wouldn't have been

that good at it,

if it was against his will.

It's impossible.

This summer, Michel hired

my son Alban, his grandson,

in the staff.

So my son had to put on...

the cook's outfit

his father wore when he was his age.

My son asked for that.

I can assure you

there was no pressure on him.

As he wanted to,

Michel hired him in the staff

and he had already hired my daughter

the same way.

The grandfather was very proud.

So were the children.

So was Sbastien.

And I...

I felt... How did I feel?

I was moved.

The red sofa in fake leather.

And here's your brother, William.

The baby.

And here. No, it's you.

My brother's communion,

in front of the restaurant.

- You as a chef!

- We saw it.

In front of the gate out there.

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