Once upon a time, there was Escoffier.
Respect or discipline There was a time when the chef wore a spotless white uniform, stood with the posture of a cavalry officer, and enforced rules with the sternness of someone who didn’t tolerate backtalk. In the kitchen, you obeyed. In the dining room, you whispered. And if in doubt, you stayed silent. That’s how […]
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