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"Is that Michelin sure?"
Well There is a certain conjecture in the world. "
In response to Kaya's question, Cho replied, shrugging his shoulders. The servers also did not tell Michelin that Michelin was there. It was like there were people who seemed to come from Michelin.
However, Cho Min-joon felt instinctive. Maybe they have a very high likelihood of Michelin's examination. LA was an area of interest to Michelin. And Lotus Bridge was such a rising emerging leader in LA, and at the same time the reputation of Cho Min-joon's name was enough bait to tempt them.
"Let's do it."
"Yup."
Michelin has not changed anything. I could not change the course now and I could not be more careful. Cho Min-joon and Kaya were showing their best to all the guests.
'How many we would like to have?'
But I could not help thinking that. Even the chefs who disgusted Michelin stars sometimes had romance on the star itself.
Cho Min-joon was no different. Frankly, he also did not like Michelin's evaluation method. Michelin says that when evaluating a restaurant, it is based on the creativity and completeness of the dish, not the interior or the service. In fact, there were times when the stalls received stars. However, most of the restaurants that received many stars were mostly lacking in everything from interior to service.
There must be controversy. It is possible to say that restaurants that can afford even the interior or the service do not necessarily have to be better at cooking.
In fact, Cho Min-joon did not disagree with the opinion. Actually, it was true. Maybe Michelin is really focusing on cooking, and it might have been misunderstood because there are many good restaurants with good service and interior.
But apart from that, Cho Min-joon was able to fully agree on how to calculate the number of stars. No matter how the judges are trying to be fair, they were also people. Even the system does not tell you the level of the cooking itself. It just shows the cooking score. It means that there is no way to absolutely value the value of cooking.
What the system can not do is Michelin, Michelin's judging team.
'Suddenly it's Kim.'
Cho Min-joon laughed and laughed. When I thought Michelin's evaluation, it felt like something great, but I thought it was just the same person's evaluation.
'Do not worry about the number of stars.'
A star can not fully capture their value. Even if they do not receive one of the stars properly, Cho Min-joon would not mind. Of course, I might be a bit tired, but I know that their assessment is ultimately a personal idea.
Cho Min-joon sneaked at Kaya. I was worried that Michelin would be nervous. She seemed to have forgotten that Michelin had come a long time ago, and was putting gold dust in a cautious look on the caviar.
I do not care about Michelin. Michelin's burden was nothing compared to the burden on the plate right now. It may not be, but Kaya's obsession with making each plate perfect was stronger than I thought.
'Now in your world there will be only the plate.'
Each shiny surface of the caviar will come in your eyes. At a glance, at a glance recognizing that gold dust emits different colors and light depending on the angle, I am conscious of the stiffness and flatness of the Kimchi portion of the Norimaki under it.
I could not. Cho Min-joon pulled back the momentum that was almost instantaneous. And I started to control the kitchen at an alarming rate. Cho Min-joon shouted out loudly several times. The kitchen suddenly began to fill up with his voice, and the chefs who moved with each thought began to be led by Cho Min-joon's instructions one by one.
'· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Our head chef. '
While Lee wiped his sweat on his forehead, Gwen gave power to the hand holding the fan. The wine fell over the pan with the clams, and the flames rose and the heat burst.
And at that moment, in the heat, Gwen felt her ape riding up her back. I looked around to feel something cheap, and Cho Min-joon was opening her mouth looking at her.
"Gwen, did Andrew go through the caramel before Flambe?"
"It seems to be done."
Pretty sure?
Cho Min-joon asked again. Gwen hesitated for a moment, then took the spoon and poured wine into his mouth. And then I realized. I did not advance caramel rising. Caramel Rising sugar did not feel the unique flavor of sugar. Cho Min-joon exclaimed.
"Discard it and do it again. Mind straight up! "
"Yes." "Got it."
In the meantime, she was watching the caramel raising was missed. Gwen thought for the moment. How did Jo Min-joon know that? Did he read all the scenery of the kitchen, or did he realize it through the slight smell that flambeared?
'· · · · Impossible.'
In this kitchen full of all kinds of smells, do you smell the fire she caused? Even though Cho Min-joon was an absolute palate, it was a category that exceeded imagination.
And at that time, the cameraman was feeling the same impression.
'···························································'.
I started the program with Sera, and that also gave me some snow. I was able to read the atmosphere of how a chef with a good chef and a chef without a chef were different.
In that sense, Cho 's kitchen was a little malformed. There was a strange skill that only the chef who has dignity at the same time can have even though the youthful peculiarity is overflowing. Of course that skill was possible thanks to the help of the system and the unusual structure of the two head chefs, but with his eyes he could not read it.
The obvious thing was that Lotus Bridge's kitchen was more than he expected. I do not think he feels that he is the audience.
'The star is not a star.'
It is already feeling the eyes of the viewers over the screen.
There was a longing in the snow.
€ '· · · · Those people are familiar.'
She looked at the people sitting at one table. It was people who seemed to have seen somewhere. But I did not remember well.
I could not care for them long. Soon, the first Amuse Bush came out.
"It is a dish of lobster bisque puree, put on a piece of lobster made of mousse made from a mixture of suvided apricots and shrimp flesh."
"You are pretty."
Sera said quietly. Plating itself was quite gorgeous. What I put in the lobster chips was yellow, and it was creamy that it contained a slightly white mousse in it. The lobster bisque puree was green, unlike the usual bisque puree, which Serra thought would have plenty of herbs in it.
And the idea was denied as soon as I put the food in my mouth.
"Is there a wasabi in the puree?"
"Yes, it's just enough to stimulate the tongue. The flavor of the wasabi will make the lobster feel more vivid. "
"The taste is very sexy. It is also fresh that the puree tastes better than the soft one, and the deep taste of the shrimp crumbles between the lobster chips … "
It was one of the best Amuse bushes I've eaten at Cho Min-joon's restaurant. There was no denying it.
Instantly, Serra unconsciously shook the table that she had in mind beforehand. They were chatting with a smile on their lips. It was then. The staff came to Serra for a while and quietly whispered.
Sera There is a saying that the Michelin judges are here. "
At that moment, Sera suddenly noticed what she had in her hand. Sera looked at the table with a courtesy table.
'Michelin is finally here.'
How many stars will Michelin receive at the Lotus Bridge? This was the topic Sera had been talking to several other gourmets a few times.
And then Sera said one. In fact, one of them was the score that I gave after my own. It was not so common in this wide world if the person who started the restaurant immediately got the star.
There are so many chefs in this world who want to buy one star and give life to their feet. Since Cho 's special, Michelin' s speciality is not something that can be ordained in his hands.
It was then. Soon after, ceremonial bread was placed. From rye bread to butter roll, it was roughly five kinds of bread. But Sera did not even notice it with the bread. I had already eaten the Lotus Bridge bread last time. And the feeling that Sera felt at that time was simple.
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Lotus Bridge's bread is not very good. Of course it did not mean it was bad. At least the basic assortment was the bread with everything. But that was all. Lotus Bridge's bread was not good enough to impress Sera. Really just the basic bread. That much.
Did he guess the heart of Sera? The server, Simon quietly opened his mouth.
"This time, the new patisserie is here. The taste of bread would have been a bit different from the past. I'm afraid you might wonder. "
"Hmm … is that right?"
Even after hearing Simon's words, Sera was still not expecting. He would, too, the probability that Cho Min-joon had already found a decent patissier was not so high. A good patissier is much better than a good chef.
I was glad. Cooking and baking seem to be wider, and people usually say cooking as if it is natural. Of course, there were a lot of enthusiastic enthusiasm in baking itself, but many people who did not have a particular idea about them chose to cook when they had to choose one of them.
The difference between two stars and three stars was usually a matter of whether there was a proper patissier or not. As such, good-looking patrons are usually already part of a famous restaurant.
I do not work beside the emerging chef like Jo Min-joon.
'Minjun's patissier, I did not hear it well.'
It was just a while ago that PD was throwing a pinjack in the sign that it was delightful that it was a story.
Serra lifted the bread with a slightly calm look. Anyone who came up here with a handicap of disability would have to show respect in her own way.
It was the moment I ate the bread.
She made a stupid look like a man who was a scammer.
What was that?
I wanted to make my tongue so bad that I lost my tongue these days. It was not the flavor I expected to taste. Now the bread she was holding was an ordinary bread. But the taste was never plain.
She once again tore the bread and took it to her mouth. It was different from the feeling that the bread was torn. And then I could sense that each hole that was densely packed between the grain of the bread was artistically delicate.
"This is ridiculous …."
Sera eventually moved her hands to the other breads as well as the ink bread. And a moment later, she realized.
The Lotus Bridge has grown up again in the short span of time.
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