From Not Always Right: A True Chef Becomes One With Their Menu
Years ago, my parents were visiting France as part of a scientists’ convention. While my father spoke no French at all, my mother was trying and prided herself on her progress.
At dinner, the waiter asked, in French, what she would like and, once she answered, he visibly blushed and began to stammer. My mother wasn’t sure what the big deal was until a chuckling table-mate leaned over and informed her that she had just ordered the chef!
From Not Always Right: A True Chef Becomes One With Their Menu
Years ago, my parents were visiting France as part of a scientists’ convention. While my father spoke no French at all, my mother was trying and prided herself on her progress.
At dinner, the waiter asked, in French, what she would like and, once she answered, he visibly blushed and began to stammer. My mother wasn’t sure what the big deal was until a chuckling table-mate leaned over and informed her that she had just ordered the chef!
NOT my story.