Three recipes, revamping classic Spanish cuisines into a more "palatable" western dish, as requested.
"Where is the spice?"
"Tastes like the meat is rotten."
"Does presentation not matter to you?"
"A child could produce this."
Grinding his teeth, Phil let the customer service mask fall from his face, ripping his shirt up over his head, kicking off his shoes. While Theo had gone off on a rescue mission, he'd been subjected to criticism and ridicule, smiling through it, thanking the head chef for his time. There was a good forty years between them in age and, instead of taking Phil under his wing as his junior, he'd merely grunted and referred to him as a "young buck". Wet behind the ears, he'd said.
Even after months of working his ass off, handling menu items, maintaining the perf
