Brasserie Romantiek Page #2

- Table 9.

- Follow me, please.

This way.

What are you doing here, Mr Janssens?

I know, I should've come before now.

But I couldn't decide

whether to come or not and...

I'm only in Belgium for a few days.

For my father's funeral.

And I'm off again soon. The taxi's

picking me up at half past nine.

Half past nine?

No problem.

You'll be able to have dessert.

I'll bring the dessert

and the coffee together.

Are you married?

What about you?

- I'm going through a trial separation.

- A trial separation?

But it will become permanent.

- And the taxi?

- The taxi?

- Where's it taking you?

- To Zaventem, to the airport, sorry.

- I'm flying to Buenos Aires tonight.

- Buenos Aires?

- That's where we...

- Where we wanted to go together.

Yes...

I work at the Belgian embassy there.

- I'm a shuttle diplomat.

- That's right up your street.

I'm glad you've landed

on your feet, Frank.

Really, I mean it.

It's good to see you again.

I'll make sure you catch your flight,

the menu is a well planned one.

Come to Buenos Aires with me.

Pascaline?

Vandevelde, which table?

- Um... 1.

- Right. This table, gentlemen.

I know I'm springing it on you.

You've made a life for yourself here.

You've turned your father's brasserie

into your own restaurant.

I'll understand if you say

you can't leave or don't want to leave.

Surrounded by everything

that makes you happy.

But I wanted to ask anyway.

You never know...

Maybe you're not so... so happy.

Maybe you'd like a different life.

Lots of people do.

Pascaline?

- Table 6.

- Uh, table 6 is already occupied.

Oh, uh, table 11, at the back.

Oh dear, I'll have to answer that.

- Table 11, please.

- Can't we sit here?

Mr Clment.

Already decided, the XC90?

- Table 2 is reserved.

- There's no one sitting there.

I show you

to a table, give you the menu,

bring you the food and you pay.

Table 11.

This table, please.

- It's a ridiculous idea, Frank.

- Yes, I know. But I'm asking anyway.

OYSTER GRATIN WITH SPINACH

AND A CHAMPAGNE SAUCE

Table 7, elderly couple,

vegetables well cooked

and the man is allergic to

oysters and nuts.

Christ! What does he want instead?

Table 6 wants the first course

without spinach.

And table 11 wants sea bass twice

as the second course.

We said it was a set menu on

Valentine's Day, not la carte.

Careful, Ingrid, it's hot.

- That interrupts my flow.

- Chef can't work like this.

- Kevin, tray.

- Yes, Chef.

- Table 2, did you take the reservation?

- Yes.

- Telephone number?

- Sorry, Sis.

- How often do I have to tell you to ask?

- Yes, I know.

- Ingrid?

- Yes?

- Just now, I wanted to ask...

- Kevin.

- Yes, Chef?

- The gratin won't brown like that.

Frank...

Buenos Aires. Dammit!

Half of the grapes used to make

the Ct Pontoise 2006

are from vines that are 25, 30 years old

and half are from very young vines

found mainly round

the Gironde estuary.

A fruity finish and

a very agreeable wine.

- Corked.

- Corked?

- Sorry, sir, I don't think...

- I'm certain. Bring me another bottle.

OK.

- What does corked mean?

- That it tastes of cork.

May I smell it?

- I've got a good nose for that.

- Uh, of course.

- It's fine.

- Yes, I thought so too.

There you are, sir.

A new Ct Pontoise 2006.

Look at that, darling.

Oysters, scallops, pigeon and champagne.

All aphrodisiacs...

- I'll end up feeling really horny.

- Hold on, I've got something for you.

- Here you are.

- Oh, thank you, honey.

- I'll put them on for you later!

- Promise?

Excuse me, could you be

a bit more discreet?

- Get a life, woman!

- Shhh, sweetheart.

Yes! Sold.

The biggest one.

He was still hesitating.

I managed to persuade him.

Well done, darling.

I've earned my evening, haven't I?

I suppose you'll want sex later too?

- Table 11 has rejected two bottles.

- Bloody hell, which one?

- The Haut-Mdoc. He says they're corked.

- Corked!

Corked, my arse.

Another old goat with some young thing.

- There's nothing wrong with it.

- Exactly.

- Ingrid.

- Yes, Chef?

Didn't we open a Paulliac yesterday?

- How old is the young thing?

- About 25.

- And? A good-looker?

- Well endowed.

- Chef.

- Thanks, Ingrid.

- Emma, give me that funnel down there.

- Chef.

Thanks.

There. Here we go.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing, it's for on Facebook.

- No, it's not for on Facebook!

- Pascaline...

- But it's really funny, Dad.

- It isn't funny at all.

You were right, sir. I apologise.

The Chef would like to offer you

this Paulliac 2008 for the same price.

He's already tried it himself

and says it's excellent.

- Indeed. Excellent.

- Thank you.

Walter?

- Yes?

- I'm Sylvia.

- You... You are Sylvia?

- Yes.

- May I sit down?

- Um, yes. Yes.

Thank you.

- Excuse me, I...

- It's nice here.

- Yes... Yes, I often come here.

- Do you?

- With other women?

- No, at lunchtime.

Lunch costs 19 euros.

Soup, main course and coffee.

Without coffee. Coffee...

Coffee is... is extra.

- That's interesting.

- Yes...

Excuse me a moment.

Here you are.

There you go.

The first course this evening is

oyster gratin with spinach

and a champagne sauce.

Enjoy it.

May I ask you something? I...

I don't want to be rude

or anything, but...

Did you lose someone recently,

because...

Because you're dressed

all in black, I thought...

Yes, my husband.

- Cancer?

- No.

Tanya.

- Tanya?

- My best friend. At least, she was.

The number of bloody times

I saved her arse

and what do I get in return?

She steals my guy. F***in' b*tch.

That's... You hear that a lot lately...

a best friend

who goes behind your back and...

Sh*t!

Very nice. But rich.

Have you eaten all that cheese sauce?

What's the matter with her?

Maybe she's not having

a good day today.

I reckon... I reckon she needs

a major service.

You can see that, of course.

- You've got an eighth sense.

- Of course.

Why don't you tell her?

How's that for an idea?

'I can see you need a major service

and I'm a mechanic. '

- I was only joking, Roos.

- Go on, tell her.

Pascaline!

- What are you doing, Roos?

- Don't be so modest.

Your body, your muscles. Then you didn't

spend hours at the gym for nothing.

- Yes?

- Yes... Go on.

- Well, that was...

- Apparently you need...

- That green was spinach, wasn't it?

- Yes.

I told my wife that spinach was green.

Very nice. It really was.

- Very nice. My compliments to the chef.

- I'll tell him.

Why did you do that?

- What's the matter, Roos?

- Nothing.

- Tell me.

- Nothing, nothing.

We've got time to talk now.

- How are the kids?

- Paul, I'm with them day in, day out.

If there's one thing I don't want to

talk about this evening, it's the kids.

Yesterday...

Or your work either.

- Compliments to the chef.

- Who from?

- Roos's Paul.

- Mr Volvo? That's a first!

Kevin, can you do me six rolls, please?

Hey, Auntie Sis.

Who's your fan at table 7?

- The guy from Gault Millau?

- He's not. It's Frank.

- Frank?

- You know. Frank. Frank...

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