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"Gauloises - eager to please." - Whoo! - Yes! "10 years ago, I had the good fortune to dine "at Chef Casper's revelatory Miami bistro, Marrow." - Miami in the house! - Marrow, baby! That's your house! "The sheer audacity of this fresh, brave voice of the culinary scene "reminded me why I write about food as a vocation." - Yeah! - That's a lot of pressure. "It is nearly impossible to separate my glowing regard for Chef Casper "and how much he inspired me from my expectations as I sat down to dine "at the recently remodelled Brentwood Gallic staple, Gauloises." - Yeah, this is good! - "Oh, how times have changed. "Over the last decade, Carl Casper has somehow managed to transform himself "from the edgiest chef in Miami "to the needy aunt that gives you $5 every time you see her "in hopes that you will like her, "but instead causes you to shrink from her cloying embrace "which threatens to smother you in her saggy, moist cleavage. "The signature app, "intended to impress the country club brunch crowd, "is the caviar egg. "A shirred egg topped with a dollop of caviar "is an excuse for the chef to overcharge us "for his insecurity and lack of imagination. "Carl Casper can best be summed up by the first bite of his needy "and yet by some miracle also irrelevant "chocolate lava cake. "Casper didn't even have the courage to undercook the cake, "thus curiously lacking its signature molten centre." "This sad dessert is emblematic "of Carl Casper's disappointing new chapter. "His dramatic... weight gain can only be explained "by the fact that he must be eating "all the food sent back to the kitchen." Two stars.
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- We got a full house of people... - Yeah. - ..who are coming tonight... - Yeah. - ..To eat my food. - No, it's not your food, Carl. It's not your food. By definition, it's my food because it's my restaurant. I pay for the glasses. I pay for the napkins. I pay for the spoons. I pay for Molly's salary. I pay for your entire staff's salary, OK? So you either cook my menu or Tony can. Tony, you've been cooking it half the time anyway. Tell the truth. Right?
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Yes, please, tell her to call me immediately. I have Carl with me. I'm at home. Thank you. - Alright, I'm gonna go. - No, no, she's gonna call right back. - She was on the other line. - You're making more of this than it is. I just don't like to see you like this. Like what? I'm fine. I have to get to work. You're never going to be happy cooking for someone else. Is this about the food truck? I don't wanna talk about it again. Why not? You can cook your own food. You can be your own boss. I can book you for all the parties that I'm doing. I appreciate the offer, but I don't need any charity from you or your ex-husband. - Why are you being so proud? - Because I'm working. And despite what you might think, I have complete freedom to cook whatever I want now. I like my life. And as far as your publicist goes, when she calls back, you let her know that I understand I shouldn't tweet any pictures of my dick and any career advice should be kept to oneself. OK? I'll see you later. Thank you. - I got all this shit in the trunk. - Want me to do this? - Is it on? - Yeah. We're doing it. - We're doing it, guys. - Come on. Let's get everything out. I want the Cambros, the delis out so we can start plating, OK? Carl, can you tell me what's going on for tonight? No, no, no, how many covers do we have tonight? How many? We are overbooked. But I just printed out all the menus. Good. It's not the menu you got printed. It's different. - That's what I understand. - We're doing a tasting menu. - Carl, I have to put the wine... - A tasting menu for Ramsey Michel. - I know, but we... - He's coming. He knows about it. - Did you see the 'Eater' article? - I did. - I'm so excited for you. - It's all over the internet. - I love it when you're like this. - Taste the food. Bring in the waitstaff, have 'em taste the food. Make them understand what we're going for. - OK. - OK? We're not pushing specials today. The whole menu is special. - I'm excited. - I'm excited. I'm finally happy. I'm happy, OK? Am I allowed to be happy at work? Carl. Carl. We're staying with the same menu, right? I have something really good planned for tonight. I'm gonna let you... It's not sweetbreads. - You're gonna be able to taste it. - That may be true. But we have the most reservations on a work night since we opened. - You realise that? - I know. I was on Twitter. - Yeah. - I was promoting the restaurant. - I was on Twitter. - What? Yeah, that's another thing. From now on, before you post anything online, I OK it. Alright? The whole reason everybody's here tonight is because I called out Ramsey Michel online and they're all coming to watch me stick it in his ass. Yeah, and you're gonna twitter an apology for calling the most respected critic in Los Angeles an asshole. - I'm not gonna fucking apologise. - What do you mean, you're not... - You see what he wrote about me? - I don't give a fuck... - He started it! - ..what he wrote. I don't care. You're a cook. You're a chef. This is what you've been cooking for years, and it works. And either you cook the menu that our customers have come to ex... - You want me to cook the same food? - The same exact... The same food that he ripped apart? The same guy who's coming tonight? The restaurant isn't filled with critics! It's filled with people that've been eating your food for the last 10 years! So now, suddenly, you're gonna be an artist. Well, be an artist on your own time. - Listen to me. - No sweetbreads! - Listen! - No calves' brains. I'm not cooking sweetbreads! Listen to me. The kitchen is my domain. That was our deal. I don't give a fuck what the deal was! The deal is now changed. Either you stay or you go. It's up to you. End of discussion.
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