Burnt Page #2
you have to be...
...whoever Alec Guinness was.
But if you manage to get three...
...you're Yoda.
Well, what if he's Darth Vader?
Sara, I went crazy
on summer vegetables
on a bed of ricotta for you.
And for your carnivore boyfriend,
tea-smoked mackerel
with duck egg.
And then we have bouillabaisse,
followed by escargot with garlic
and parsley butter.
What?
David says escargot
is old-fashioned.
Keep eating.
- Is this a joke?
- Is what a joke?
You leaving me a note
to meet you at a Burger King.
Hmm. No joke.
No, this place is easy, accessible,
and cheap. It's easy to find.
They don't kick you out
if you talk to yourself,
which, for me, is crucial. Sit down.
Mmm. You want some lunch?
No, not here, no.
Why not?
I prefer to eat food cooked
by a proper chef.
You don't like people on minimum wage?
Mr. Jones, I'm a sous chef.
You know why people like you
don't like fast food?
Sorry. "People like me"?
Because it's food
for the working class.
- Excuse me?
- Justify why it costs $500 more
to eat at a place where we work
than it does at a place like this.
- No.
- 'Cause you can't.
Because the food here
is made with too much fat
and too much salt and too many
cheap cuts of meat.
You just described most
classic French peasant dishes.
Burger King is peasants
doing what peasants do,
giving a cheap cut
of meat a little style.
Goulash, bourguignon, cassoulet.
Shall I go on?
- I really have to go.
- What you should have said
is that the problem with this
place is it's too consistent.
And consistency is death.
Consistency is what
No, a chef should strive
to be consistent in experience,
but not consistent in taste.
It's like sex.
It's like, you're always headed
to the same place,
but you got to find new
and dangerous way of getting there.
I wish I could say it was
nice seeing you again, Mr. Jones,
Good luck.
Adam Jones. My God.
One hoped you were dead.
Closed down any, uh,
good restaurants lately?
I don't close good restaurants.
I need you to help me kick
this arrogant city's ass.
I'm back, and I'm gonna cook
like we did in the old days,
You know, when I lie awake at night
and list my regrets...
...you're one of them.
I say to myself,
"Simone, you're a lesbian.
Why did you sleep
with Adam Jones?"
- Sorry, who?
"Who?" The restaurant critic
of the f***ing Evening Standard.
It's dry! The grouse is dry
Everything is f***ed!
We're finished!
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