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He knows everything about cooking.

Seems that first they invented

food and then, they wondered...

"so now what? What the f***?"

Then they created Mr. Giovanni

to guide us.

Check him out... Mr. Giovanni.

He deserved the top bunk bed...

and even a night lamp

for his crosswords.

Hey, you! Come here, please.

Are you the cook?

Yes, sir.

Interesting, I own a restaurant

around here, the Boccaccio...

--Bocatio?

--Boccaccio!

International Cuisine,

friendly atmosphere.

I know everyone here.

Every single person.

But I have never seen you

around here.

I've just arrived in town.

--Did you learn to cook in the jungle?

--I'm not from the jungle.

I knew how to cook,

but the fried chicken snacks...

I learned from Mr. Zulmiro.

Wanna talk to him?

No. Leave Zulmiro alone.

If he taught you,

it means you got talent.

Because his chicken snacks sucks

real bad.

This one is good.

It made me hungry.

What else do you have there,

other than... fried food?

--Hard-boiled eggs.

--Forget it. I'll eat at home.

There's some leftover stew

from lunch. Do you want some?

--Stew, you said?

--Yes, with some tasty potatoes.

--Let me have it then.

--Just a sec.

JAIL UPRISING. INMATES CLAIM FOR

QUALITY FOOD RATION.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Did you like it?

Tell me something, did you put

some rosemary in it?

Yep. It goes well with meat.

Mr. Zulmiro didn't notice it.

--That's shank, right?

--Yes.

I had to pound it very hard

to make it soften a little bit.

You should work with an expert.

Someone who masters culinary art.

Do you want to work for me?

I don't know... I'm OK here.

Mister Zulmiro pays well,

plus benefits...

Benefits?

A benefit is to tell Zulmiro

to f*** off.

Hey, Rosemary man...

what's for today?

Excuse me.

Chicken stew...

but I'm working on it,

so it tastes better.

We got no prawns.

F*** it.

It's damn good.

Hey Rosemary guy, is that

for today or what?

It's ready, Big Walt. Chicken and

coconut rice.

--Folks, lunch is ready!

--Sweet!

Coconut chicken!

Nonato... This is a real kitchen.

Hi Giovanni, we're out of

mascarpone cheese.

--Where can we get some more?

--We'll see that later, Francesco.

I'm taking care of Nonato now.

He's our new assistant.

Francesco is the first chef.

When I'm away, he's the boss,

got it?

--Here's where I keep the wine.

--The bottles are laying down.

Of course. I'm a wine expert.

You're lucky to work for someone

who's a wine expert.

First lesson:
did you notice

how far the oven is from here?

The wine has to be stored

at a cool temperature...

like fresh mountain climate. Do you

have mountains up in the jungle?

No, sir.

You're screwed then, because it

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