No Reservations Page #7

- How does the quail go?

- Well, chef.

Clever!

Terrine, carpaccio.

Of the idiot of seven o'clock another time.

He/she wants to know if at some time

you have seen a raw beefsteak.

Is the sufficiently raw thing?

Has madwoman become?

Yes. For that reason I go to therapy.

I sit down it. I will bring a new cloth.

No, please, he/she leaves

that I take me charge.

Not it was bad!

That made me feel very well.

He/she only wanted a beefsteak.

God willing there was a book

of recipes for the life.

You prescribe saying us

exactly what a to make.

I know it, I know it. He/she will say: "Of what another

does it form we can learn, Kate?"

No. Not he/she will say that.

Do you want guess again?

No, ahead.

What will say was: "You

you knew it better than anybody.

The best recipes are those

that yourself has created."

Subject this a moment.

I believe that you should know what

another thing has never made.

What thing?

I never enter to the apartment of

a man, I cover him/her the eyes...

... I give him/her to prove sauce of

saffron and I beg him/her him not to leave.

- Never faces that?

- Never.

What pity.

Will you burn it first, not?

Yes, chef.

Not forget to reduce

the sauce a little, hey?

- You are spending of the line.

- No, it is not true.

Yes, it is true. He/she looks, your

tablespoon is in my territory.

What it accuses I have that your reduction

a slight little bit be. I should say something.

Not I want to speak, but

your sambayn has clots.

You should be crazy.

- It is perfect.

- Allow me to judge to my.

You are right, it is perfect.

Pancakes.

Thank you.

Zoe, is already enough.

Hello.

To see... what do we have here?

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