The Hundred-Foot Journey Page #3

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Papa!

You know them?

Never seen them before.

Papa, if you won't listen to me,

then listen to Mahira.

You always call her the sensible one.

Papa, it is a very sweet location

and the building is fine,

but there is a problem,

which makes it impossible

for us to open a restaurant there.

There is already a restaurant.

Just across the street.

100 feet. We measured.

That is why the people

moved back to Paris.

They couldn't make it pay.

Papa, the restaurant across the street

has a Michelin star, hmm?

I know, I saw it.

Twinkle, twinkle. So what?

Papa, it is the best restaurant

for 50 miles in any direction.

The President of France dines there.

Is the President of France

able to order murgh masala,

with cashew nuts and cardamom?

And ka saag aloo? Dal?

Our secret family spices?

No, but they are

a Michelin star restaurant, Papa.

They have frogs' legs,

escargot, ratatouille...

Is the President able to order

tandoori goat,

cooked the way Hassan cooks?

Excuse me.

Sprinkled with roast spices?

Papa, the restaurant doesn't

serve those things,

because the people here don't

like to eat those things.

Because they don't know.

They have never tried. Now they shall.

- Hassan, speak to him.

- Can you count?

The kind of variety we can produce

is absolutely amazing.

And the aroma.

Oh.

This must be

the restaurant owner calling me back.

- Give the phone to me.

- No.

- Hello?

- Arrey...

Hello?

Papa, please don't do this!

- Let me answer it.

- Give it to me!

- Give it to me!

- Please.

- Papa, don't.

- Mansur! Papa!

I am still head of the Kadam family!

Hello? Bonjour.

Yes, uh, indeed, this is Mr. Kadam,

chairman of Kadam Enterprises.

Sir.

%BEEPS)

- Hmm.

Madame Mallory.

Good morning. Bonjour.

Good morning.

Menus.

Hey, Mukhtar, look,

I'm cooking paneer! Oh!

Oi!

Go, go, go!

So sorry I'm late.

Les chanterelles.

I wish to take advantage

because they are perfect at the moment,

because of the heavy rain last night.

With a little cream then?

Yes, but smoke the cream first, please.

Now, last night,

we served this.

Miserable, overcooked asparagus.

In this restaurant,

the cuisine is not an old, tired marriage,

it is a passionate affair of the heart.

Sorry. Pardon.

I know I'm late,

but they were growing by the river.

I couldn't resist them.

- Oh, red currants!

- Yeah.

Jean-Pierre, the red currants

will go with the duck, n'est-ce pas?

Yeah, okay, why not?

I see they have started work

on the new restaurant across the street.

Oh, Marguerite,

that cannot be called a restaurant.

In fact the mayor's office

tells me it is fast food, something ethnic.

The old man

who bought the place is insane.

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