L’Aparté. 52 avenue du General de Gaulle. Carqueiranne.
I will remember: the soft
waves of the Mediterranean in the background. And the lovely conversation about
the travails of the French government and other diversions.
I will not remember: the chef’s fascinating success at creating Japanese plates that scream of blasphemy to the Power of Five. Sad little wontons for amuse bouche, stale tea bags and California rolls worthy of Sushi Shop.
I will not remember: the chef’s fascinating success at creating Japanese plates that scream of blasphemy to the Power of Five. Sad little wontons for amuse bouche, stale tea bags and California rolls worthy of Sushi Shop.
I will never cease to be
amazed by the food industry’s ability to bore me.
As I sit at a table, I most often keep in mind the words of Soei Yoneda:
"I reflect on the work that brings this food before me; let me see whence this food comes.
I reflect on my imperfections, on whether I am deserving of this offering of food."
So, when I think of the food you dare serve me, passionless chefs, I see whence the food comes. And it saddens me.
And as I reflect on my imperfections, I do no doubt a second that I am deserving of the best offerings of food your choice of profession has entitled me to expect from you.
"I reflect on the work that brings this food before me; let me see whence this food comes.
I reflect on my imperfections, on whether I am deserving of this offering of food."
So, when I think of the food you dare serve me, passionless chefs, I see whence the food comes. And it saddens me.
And as I reflect on my imperfections, I do no doubt a second that I am deserving of the best offerings of food your choice of profession has entitled me to expect from you.
Perhaps a little review of the Power of Five may be in order? Power of Five
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