Love's Kitchen Page #5

F***.

Can I drink a glass of wine when

end, right, Tanya?

Yes, Guy.

-And for all are aware.

LOVE slop

-You can.

-Of course you can.

Be great, really great.

We have a critic to impress.

Thank God.

What about the audience?

If you do not want us here,

'll move to wherever they want.

Come on.

How long, Mr. Forester?

It should arrive in a few minutes.

At my signal,

open the gates of hell.

Where is Mr. Haley?

Must have realized that it is a lost cause.

Sorry for the delay.

Kate, dear,

'm so glad you came.

Really?

How about dinner tonight?

To commemorate.

Take back your collection.

GAP does not sell the model for 10 years and

bet it wears well on you.

How do you know...?

Mr. Templeton

can not attend today...

But he would like to withdraw all complaints.

What?

Also came to represent Mr. Haley.

-Kate, you can not.

-Note.

Can we move on? Please.

Right.

Let's start with the rats?

-Your favorite subject, Mr. Forester.

-There is a long list of complaints.

All-nonsense.

Sorry,

I use this word?

The parking issues.

-What parking issues?

-Miss. Templeton.

-The bikers.

You're kidding, right?

If you interrupt again,

let's remove it from the process.

Rob Haley

is a great cook and a great father.

If that's a crime,

we're all screwed.

Wanted Hundreds of cars entering the village.

We could not breathe because of the smoke.

-Came up tourist buses.

-A bus.

It is not as if

on a gastronomic pilgrimage.

Was a bunch of drunk rugby players.

Out.

If it enters its little head

he is lying...

Outside!

Kate,

sometimes discretion is the better part of valor.

-You do not know what courage is.

-Off, Miss. Templeton.

Goodbye, Kate.

One last thing,

Mr. Forester, if I may?

Hogs?

What kind of motorcycle was it?

Here we are, this

splendid autumn day...

Less than an hour from London...

Amazed by the beauty of the English countryside bucolic

.

We came in for lunch "" Botina "".

We should point out...

Despite the splendor and beauty that surrounds us...

're In a culinary desert.

Desert survived by Rob Haley

and his team, in a true oasis...

Where they serve British food done wholeheartedly.

Let's get?

E cuts.

Straight, without missing anything.

-Giving seems to eat.

-Go.

A modest selection,

but carefully chosen.

Hot salmon mousse with asparagus sauce English.

-When finished.

-Cuts.

Release.

Once you crazy?

Do not panic,

is apple juice.

Guy, if you do not mind,

have two more dishes.

Just give us your opinion, please

.

Action!

Perfect. Fine textures and a

wonderful combination of flavors.

Lnspiradora.

Here

another excellent meal in the convivial surroundings.

More proof,

is still needed...

That our cuisine can face...

Our continental cousins as equals.

So how good guide says:

worth the detour.

Bon Appetit.

E finished!

Yet believe. God exists.

For God's sake, sit down.

Take a glass.

No thanks.

I can not even imagine drinking again.

Two years and one hundred twenty-seven days.

Prove this.

No sherry, I guarantee.

Absolutely wonderful.

Good

Alfie, how about one last cold beer?

Do you mind if I call the Bertie?

The more the merrier.

Left half barrel.

Great . The mysterious motorcyclist.

It's very flattering.

-God.

Indeed. I came to inform

you can reopen.

How?

Why?

I suggest you get in the car and go

to ask Kate.

Oh no.

Why

men are so stupid sometimes?

Forgiveness?

Who do you think was the board this morning

save your bacon?

-You're kidding.

No, I'm not.

But she also wrote that terrible review.

-Rob?

One moment.

-Rob?

-Jesus.

-Loz, bring him a drink. -Rob

.

What?

Do not be an idiot.

She did you a favor.

Christ.

And, despite everything,

she still likes you.

She likes ?

-If not behind her now...

Where is she?

Lndo airport.

He never exceeds twenty miles an hour.

-You will need to do better than that.

No way.

Well, I better start painting.

I'm sorry.

You must be joking.

Kate. Stop.

Stop.

See? I never ran over anyone, nor when

deserved to be hit.

So is 20 kilometers per hour or so

?

-All or nothing.

-It is difficult for the car, no?

You need to take risks from time to time.

True?

-I was an idiot.

Yes, you were.

And you were right.

My food was terrible, terrible.

You reminded me of who I was, who I should be

...

And who I could be.

I know that the British are bad

in statements and I even worse...

But wanted you to know that everything has changed because of you.

Wanted you to know before you go.

That's very sweet.

But I could have told me

next Wednesday.

What?

-Just stay in Paris one week.

No matter if it was a week

a day or an hour, it was worth it.

From now on, I'll drive.

Why?

I think it ended well.

Here we have another great meal

in contact with the surroundings.

More proof,

is still needed...

That our cuisine can face...

Our continental cousins

as equals.

So how good guide says:

worth the detour.

Bon Appetit.

What the hell are you looking at?

Back to work.

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