Torack
The Golden Apple
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2018
- Location
- Under a golden apple tree
His new restaurant was about to open. The one thing he needed for it however was staff, or more specifically, a sous chef. A good chef that he knew could cook and cook well; not just any "good sous chef" but an excellent one. His standards were notoriously high and the letters and emails he received from people to give him a chance at his restaurant was immense.
He'd already hired the staff required to run the restaurant weeks prior and now only one more remained. One of his colleagues, a professor at a local university, recommended a prior student of his that was currently working at a different place. The man had recommended great sous chefs before, and most of those that he did had gone on to become great chefs in their own right. Alas, the fact she was somewhere else did pose a problem. He could either let it go and find someone else -- someone not as good -- or steal her from her job.
The latter option, although crummy, wasn't so bad considering he'd be able to give this sous chef the experience her current employer couldn't. A chance to work with him, and what chef wouldn't jump at that chance?
Alexandre currently stood in front of his finished restaurant with his arms crossed in front of his chest, watching the workers inside setting up the tables for the evening service. The place was large and spacious with the tables arrayed in an intricate snowflake pattern. And the walls arrayed with several art pieces. His seventh restaurant. He gave it a final look before walking over to his car and driving off.
A few minutes later he got out of his car and walked into a different restaurant, one not as large but the food there, from what he knew of the chef that owned the place, was quite good. He took a seat at an empty table and ordered a fillet mignon when the waiter arrived. He wanted to know just how good the skills of this sous chef were and if he was just wasting his time in seeking her out or not. He hoped he wasn't considering the service of his establishment was in a few short hours.
He'd already hired the staff required to run the restaurant weeks prior and now only one more remained. One of his colleagues, a professor at a local university, recommended a prior student of his that was currently working at a different place. The man had recommended great sous chefs before, and most of those that he did had gone on to become great chefs in their own right. Alas, the fact she was somewhere else did pose a problem. He could either let it go and find someone else -- someone not as good -- or steal her from her job.
The latter option, although crummy, wasn't so bad considering he'd be able to give this sous chef the experience her current employer couldn't. A chance to work with him, and what chef wouldn't jump at that chance?
Alexandre currently stood in front of his finished restaurant with his arms crossed in front of his chest, watching the workers inside setting up the tables for the evening service. The place was large and spacious with the tables arrayed in an intricate snowflake pattern. And the walls arrayed with several art pieces. His seventh restaurant. He gave it a final look before walking over to his car and driving off.
A few minutes later he got out of his car and walked into a different restaurant, one not as large but the food there, from what he knew of the chef that owned the place, was quite good. He took a seat at an empty table and ordered a fillet mignon when the waiter arrived. He wanted to know just how good the skills of this sous chef were and if he was just wasting his time in seeking her out or not. He hoped he wasn't considering the service of his establishment was in a few short hours.