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Chapter 2
His editor had asked him to do a review of the new restaurant in town. Nathan walked along the street on his way to La Cache. It was lunchtime and the streets were bustling with people on break. He was still at work, but Nathan's job was to survey the restaurants in the city; a great leisure to some people. He worked for many culinary magazines and his reviews were published in the major newspapers. He was also CEO of his own company, which supplied chefs everywhere with their essential kitchenware and appliances.
Nathan Philer was not overweight, as most people naturally assumed; for he was after all a food critic, but much of the population did not know his appearance. He was quite handsome, tall, muscular, and had a great build. He never overstuffed himself with food and worked out daily.
Nathan stopped out side the large glass doors of the restaurant, he pushed them open and stepped into the warm and relaxed atmosphere, quite different from that of opening night. His assistant had a reservation made, and the meal was paid out of the magazine's budget.
He sat down at his table and looked over the menu. He decided to order an angelhair pasta salad and beef bourguignon first. Soon the food arrived; Nathan sighed and sampled a little. The food did not appeal to him at all; on the contrary, he found it quite dull.
Lita was taking a break; she had changed out of her uniform and was sitting down at her reserved table tucking into her food. She let her eyes wander around the restaurant and soon they landed on Nathan.
'Hmm. it's that stupid jerk again.has he deemed my eatery worthy of a second chance?' She smirked to herself as she observed him.
Nathan was picking at his food. All these years sampling superb food had let his taste buds grown accustomed to rich cuisine. Now days, he rarely ate a complete meal before giving up. 'The food here is disastrous' he thought to himself.
Lita was growing enraged with every second. Just looking at him picking at his food made her blood boil. 'This is so offensive! If he doesn't like the food, why does he have to come here anyway! Oh just looking at him acting all uppity makes me want to barf!
Finally Lita could not stand it anymore; she quickly strode over to his table.
"Excuse me sir, but do you have a problem with the food here?"
Nathan looked up at the blazing Lita. "Yes, I'm glad you noticed."
"Well, you can be sure you'll get your money back again if you aren't satisfied."
"There is no need, the money is not important."
"But I must, if I can, point out some blunders your kitchen staff has made with my dishes. No doubt an under chef prepared this meal?" With this remark Nathan cocked an eyebrow as if doubting her culinary abilities. He continued to point out to Lita numerous so-called errors in his droning voice.
If this guy were talking about anything else, Lita would have dropped dead with boredom. But the incessant jerk had chose to discuss and criticize her menu, and Lita, known for her high temper, was about to blow her fuse.
"Sir, I appreciate your comments, but I possibly cannot keep track of all your valuable advice in my head. I suggest you record them on our consumer evaluation forms located at the front desk." Lita said this in a dangerously cold voice, she knew it was a lie, and he knew it was a lie. She only said what she said so she could end this conversation and go back to her break.
"I'll shall keep that in mind miss." Nathan replied stiffly.
"Thank you." Lita replied and walked away.
'How dare she! She should be grateful to hear my comments; most chefs would grovel for a word from me! Consumer evaluation forms? I'm am NOT an average consumer! I am Nathan Philer! Top food critic in L.A! In California! And someday the whole country! The whole world!' He thought to himself angrily. She was going to regret this; she was going to regret ever offending him. He knew just what to do, he was going to bring her, and La Cache down, and by tomorrow, this restaurant was going to be old news.
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Lita looked at the newspaper in her hand, shocked. The insults were harsh, but Lita was not a weak woman. She was just worried about how this was going to affect her business; the review was already taking its toll on her customers. There was already fewer people streaming in the doors. She looked down at the article again, it was written by Nathan Philer. Lita had heard of him, but being new to L.A, she had not understood his full importance. She had heard the rumors of how he had ruined many restaurants, but all the same, he was a top critic, and to be able to please his palate would be a miracle.
Lita looked out of the kitchen and at the double glass doors. There sure wasn't many people coming in.then she spotted him.
Nathan Philer stepped into the restaurant once more, he was in an especially good mood today, made even more so as he looked around the almost deserted restaurant. He had come to secretly gloat, to see the owner's reaction, and to rub salt in the wound. 'My reviews are to be taken seriously after all.' Nathan thought to himself. He didn't know why he cared; usually he paid indifference to all the restaurants he gave reviews to. But something was attracting him to this restaurant all the same, and it was definitely not the food.
He looked over the menu again, exasperated. 'Maybe I should just leave if I can't stand the food, I do have more valuable things to do. I'm starting to wonder if annoying the chef is really worth it.' With this in mind, Nathan almost decided to get out of his seat and leave, until he caught sight of Lita's face. She was glaring at him through the glass windows of the swinging kitchen doors.
'I think Miss. Karon would prefer that I leave.yes, she would like that.but I guess I can't give her the pleasure.' Nathan smirked to himself and settled into his chair comfortably.
"Excuse me waiter. May I please speak to your head chef?" Nathan stopped a young man.
"Yes sir."
Lita had seen the whole scenario form her kitchen post; she stormed out and headed toward Nathan.
"What do you want?"
"My, my, aren't we in a touchy mood today." Nathan said.
"Well, you haven't even ordered your food yet, what do you have to complain about?"
"Why, I was merely seeking your help about choosing my orders. Since I was quite unhappy with my previous meals, I thought you might have a few suggestions." He said with a grin.
"All right, I guess that's fine with me." Said Lita, beginning to relax.
An hour later.
"Sir, I MUST get back to work, how many times do I have to tell you this?" Lita said, frustrated.
"Now, now, I'm sure I'll have decided in a few minutes." Nathan wanted to laugh out loud. He had been pretending to look at the menu for the last hour and still had not decided on what to order, or so it seemed. He liked seeing Lita get mad, it was quite fun, somehow, having her around seemed to add something, he didn't know what though.
"All right, I guess I'll have.umm.the choucroute." Nathan made a big show of making his order.
"Yes! Thank you." Lita rushed off.
Back in the kitchen she blew off her steam as she quickly chopped ingredients with a vengeance and used her knife more as a weapon than a tool. She practically slammed her pan onto a burner and began the cooking process. But Lita, still in her anger mode, accidentally knocked over a bowl of pepper flakes into the pan in her mad rush.
"Oops! Wait a minute." She grinned evilly to herself. ' I'll just pretend I didn't see that.and this.and maybe this.' She thought to herself as she grated a large amount of pepper and also poured in some cumin oil into the pan."
"Dum de dum de dum." Lita innocently hummed to herself. 'That'll give his taste buds a revitalization!'
Authors Note: I actually had to do research on this! I think of myself as a good cook, but I wanted some appealing names for the food. I didn't want to make them up cause that's kind of like cheating. Whew! I finally got this chapter finished! Please review!
Chapter 2
His editor had asked him to do a review of the new restaurant in town. Nathan walked along the street on his way to La Cache. It was lunchtime and the streets were bustling with people on break. He was still at work, but Nathan's job was to survey the restaurants in the city; a great leisure to some people. He worked for many culinary magazines and his reviews were published in the major newspapers. He was also CEO of his own company, which supplied chefs everywhere with their essential kitchenware and appliances.
Nathan Philer was not overweight, as most people naturally assumed; for he was after all a food critic, but much of the population did not know his appearance. He was quite handsome, tall, muscular, and had a great build. He never overstuffed himself with food and worked out daily.
Nathan stopped out side the large glass doors of the restaurant, he pushed them open and stepped into the warm and relaxed atmosphere, quite different from that of opening night. His assistant had a reservation made, and the meal was paid out of the magazine's budget.
He sat down at his table and looked over the menu. He decided to order an angelhair pasta salad and beef bourguignon first. Soon the food arrived; Nathan sighed and sampled a little. The food did not appeal to him at all; on the contrary, he found it quite dull.
Lita was taking a break; she had changed out of her uniform and was sitting down at her reserved table tucking into her food. She let her eyes wander around the restaurant and soon they landed on Nathan.
'Hmm. it's that stupid jerk again.has he deemed my eatery worthy of a second chance?' She smirked to herself as she observed him.
Nathan was picking at his food. All these years sampling superb food had let his taste buds grown accustomed to rich cuisine. Now days, he rarely ate a complete meal before giving up. 'The food here is disastrous' he thought to himself.
Lita was growing enraged with every second. Just looking at him picking at his food made her blood boil. 'This is so offensive! If he doesn't like the food, why does he have to come here anyway! Oh just looking at him acting all uppity makes me want to barf!
Finally Lita could not stand it anymore; she quickly strode over to his table.
"Excuse me sir, but do you have a problem with the food here?"
Nathan looked up at the blazing Lita. "Yes, I'm glad you noticed."
"Well, you can be sure you'll get your money back again if you aren't satisfied."
"There is no need, the money is not important."
"But I must, if I can, point out some blunders your kitchen staff has made with my dishes. No doubt an under chef prepared this meal?" With this remark Nathan cocked an eyebrow as if doubting her culinary abilities. He continued to point out to Lita numerous so-called errors in his droning voice.
If this guy were talking about anything else, Lita would have dropped dead with boredom. But the incessant jerk had chose to discuss and criticize her menu, and Lita, known for her high temper, was about to blow her fuse.
"Sir, I appreciate your comments, but I possibly cannot keep track of all your valuable advice in my head. I suggest you record them on our consumer evaluation forms located at the front desk." Lita said this in a dangerously cold voice, she knew it was a lie, and he knew it was a lie. She only said what she said so she could end this conversation and go back to her break.
"I'll shall keep that in mind miss." Nathan replied stiffly.
"Thank you." Lita replied and walked away.
'How dare she! She should be grateful to hear my comments; most chefs would grovel for a word from me! Consumer evaluation forms? I'm am NOT an average consumer! I am Nathan Philer! Top food critic in L.A! In California! And someday the whole country! The whole world!' He thought to himself angrily. She was going to regret this; she was going to regret ever offending him. He knew just what to do, he was going to bring her, and La Cache down, and by tomorrow, this restaurant was going to be old news.
____________________________________________________________________
Lita looked at the newspaper in her hand, shocked. The insults were harsh, but Lita was not a weak woman. She was just worried about how this was going to affect her business; the review was already taking its toll on her customers. There was already fewer people streaming in the doors. She looked down at the article again, it was written by Nathan Philer. Lita had heard of him, but being new to L.A, she had not understood his full importance. She had heard the rumors of how he had ruined many restaurants, but all the same, he was a top critic, and to be able to please his palate would be a miracle.
Lita looked out of the kitchen and at the double glass doors. There sure wasn't many people coming in.then she spotted him.
Nathan Philer stepped into the restaurant once more, he was in an especially good mood today, made even more so as he looked around the almost deserted restaurant. He had come to secretly gloat, to see the owner's reaction, and to rub salt in the wound. 'My reviews are to be taken seriously after all.' Nathan thought to himself. He didn't know why he cared; usually he paid indifference to all the restaurants he gave reviews to. But something was attracting him to this restaurant all the same, and it was definitely not the food.
He looked over the menu again, exasperated. 'Maybe I should just leave if I can't stand the food, I do have more valuable things to do. I'm starting to wonder if annoying the chef is really worth it.' With this in mind, Nathan almost decided to get out of his seat and leave, until he caught sight of Lita's face. She was glaring at him through the glass windows of the swinging kitchen doors.
'I think Miss. Karon would prefer that I leave.yes, she would like that.but I guess I can't give her the pleasure.' Nathan smirked to himself and settled into his chair comfortably.
"Excuse me waiter. May I please speak to your head chef?" Nathan stopped a young man.
"Yes sir."
Lita had seen the whole scenario form her kitchen post; she stormed out and headed toward Nathan.
"What do you want?"
"My, my, aren't we in a touchy mood today." Nathan said.
"Well, you haven't even ordered your food yet, what do you have to complain about?"
"Why, I was merely seeking your help about choosing my orders. Since I was quite unhappy with my previous meals, I thought you might have a few suggestions." He said with a grin.
"All right, I guess that's fine with me." Said Lita, beginning to relax.
An hour later.
"Sir, I MUST get back to work, how many times do I have to tell you this?" Lita said, frustrated.
"Now, now, I'm sure I'll have decided in a few minutes." Nathan wanted to laugh out loud. He had been pretending to look at the menu for the last hour and still had not decided on what to order, or so it seemed. He liked seeing Lita get mad, it was quite fun, somehow, having her around seemed to add something, he didn't know what though.
"All right, I guess I'll have.umm.the choucroute." Nathan made a big show of making his order.
"Yes! Thank you." Lita rushed off.
Back in the kitchen she blew off her steam as she quickly chopped ingredients with a vengeance and used her knife more as a weapon than a tool. She practically slammed her pan onto a burner and began the cooking process. But Lita, still in her anger mode, accidentally knocked over a bowl of pepper flakes into the pan in her mad rush.
"Oops! Wait a minute." She grinned evilly to herself. ' I'll just pretend I didn't see that.and this.and maybe this.' She thought to herself as she grated a large amount of pepper and also poured in some cumin oil into the pan."
"Dum de dum de dum." Lita innocently hummed to herself. 'That'll give his taste buds a revitalization!'
Authors Note: I actually had to do research on this! I think of myself as a good cook, but I wanted some appealing names for the food. I didn't want to make them up cause that's kind of like cheating. Whew! I finally got this chapter finished! Please review!