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Thank you.
Thank you.
Music, please. Don't smoke, don't kill your palate.
And my palate will die happy.
Logo. Tonight is huge. Okay? The flavor profiles, it's all super delicate. When
you smoke, you ruin your ability to be able to please. Please.
Nine. Jesus.
Thank you. Oh, thank God.
Is that going to fit everyone?
Easily. Twelve customers total.
A nice how do I talk about it?
1250 a head, that's how.
You're fucking kidding, right? What are we eating?
A roller as I'm rolling. There's no fucking price yet. Just go with the
phone. Let it be magical.
You're dying.
You to an account. Not even a client dinner. Great
power tasting. They'll be wasted by these
guys. Holy fucking shit.
Lily is bloomed. Oh my God. Lily and bush just secret. So warm. She
basically discovered slowing. Okay, it's official. Tonight will be mad.
Hawthorn. All aboard. Ladies and gentlemen, please make yourselves
comfortable. Four hour short range of Honor Island have asked me harshly. Let's
hope she see where the eggs
bother me.
Both that you were not bothered.
Apparently. Thanks to you. Cheflook would like to welcome you with a raw
local oyster and a Miyana emulsion with lemon caviar and an oysterly. Enjoy.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
It's classic. Lemon pearls are made with algae.
Alginate. As in as in algae, right? Yeah. Palm skills.
Delicious.
Oh my God. Good laughing. Essentially. Fucking laugh will be good.
Sounds good. Thank you for purchasing oyster, though. Love oysters.
No, it's the balance of the products. You need the mouse feel as a
minionaire. Too late. Mouthfeel.
Jesus. Wrong.
Yeah. I never went to fun with him.
Really? What happened?
None of the cool girls like you said. Yes.
Poor baby.
Sorry. Yeah, that was something. Change of plan. So, Mr. West. Welcome.
This is Miss I'm Margot. Hi. Nice to meet you,
Margot. Welcome. We'll endeavour to make your evening as pleasant as possible.
Right this way. Thanks.
Oh yeah. So sorry. That was really awesome.
Sorry, that was not no, don't worry about it.
Sorry.
Mr. Lee. Brandon. Welcome.
We'll just go straight to the restaurant.
If you don't mind seeing this.
Horrible.
My team guests can continue their conversation this way. Thank you. Please
follow me.
What are you working on now? Thanks for asking. See, people still know me.
I'm moving into the presenter phase.
Like, Iron Island comprises
twelve acres of forests and pastures. We have the bounty of the sea surrounding
us.
Oh yeah.
Out there right now, we're harvesting scallops. Don't eat them tonight.
No. Get out. Oh, shoot.
Hey.
Harvey Carter with Harvard.
I do like the sensitive things. Culinary ideas.
Like it functions like an epicure and it's lost.
No, I like biome better right now. We have reached the base camp of
not bullshit. This is the bay.
Agreed. You have a huge, amazing food. I love this. And I'm close personal
friends with the chef. Okay.
Our smoke cows is in the Nordic tradition. We use the meat of dairy
cows only. Which we age for an astonishing 152 days to relax the
protein strand.
Yes.
Can I talk in here?
Dude, I read about mine. Can I do that?
But we do not touch on proteins. They're immature.
So what happens if you serve it on 153rd? Does all hell break loose?
Well, I suppose the bacteria would introduce itself to the consumer's
bloodstream and spread into their spinal membranes. After which point he or she
would become incapacitated and shortly thereafter expired. So yeah, it's all
hell. Woodbreak lords. Good thing we're pros. Yes.
This is where we live.
You actually live here? All of you?
All of us. Except Chef.
Oh, well, spree decor.
No, no, Mr. Feldman. It's very much more than that. Here we are family.
Each day starts at six. With 5 hours of prep work. We harvest, we
ferment. We slaughter. We marinate. We liquefy, we spare fye, we
gel. We chill, we gel. Dinner is typically 4 hours and 25
minutes. Each day ends at well past two in the morning. So, yes, it's
best that we all live here. Burned out or burned out.
Yes. Sorry. Sorry. Like tired of doing the same thing.
Chef holds himself to the highest standard. And so do we. We never
burn anything unless by design to make delicious. Now, who is hungry?
Elsa? Hi. Live there. Chef, can we do that?
Even we are not allowed inside of Chef's cottage. Mr. Lexus.
Come on.
We mustn't just turn. The Lord High emperor abduction.
You will be sitting in Miss Western Belts feed.
Thank you. Enjoy.
Feel free to observe the cooks as they italate, but please do
not photograph our dishes. Chef strongly feels that the beauty industries lies in
their ephemeral nature.
Here, come on. We can't miss this.
Do you make that with Apaco jet? Exactly right, sir. Apaco jet can produce
a powderized snowlike texture.
Cool.
Yeah, I have one. You really know your stuff, Mr. Ledbird. Do you know
my name? We like to know everyone who dines with us. And Chef? Is
he around here somewhere? I'd let him take your seat. We're about to serve.
Yeah, okay. Thank you. Wow. We'll let Bruce go back the attention to detail.
It's like fuck.
He knew my name.
Bit.
Yeah, I noticed he didn't ask his name.
Yeah, long enough. There he is.
Is he looking at me?
We have a compressed and pickled cucumber melon. No snow in Charm. Ice. Enjoy
ongoing obsession with snow. It's officially a plague. And known as mute.
Can you take a little goat ribbon?
Kill?
She's said no. She did not say.
I want to hear a pitch by the show. But first I would like
to say thank you. For the last two years, this opportunity has been the
best way of life. Can you please? No idea.
Here's my phone. Here's, production company credit card. And here is the
key. In New York and your other apartment. New York doesn't know about.
How's your marriage? We doing this talk about our last thing is that
we have to not good ways. Okay. You and man are not good. It's
not good. It's your fault. No, it was her fault. She made me text
her coworker. Yeah, of course it was my fault, right? Yeah.
Jesus Christ. I want to live inside this thing.
So it's okay? Not as inspirous as you are.
No, it's good. I'm sitting with the coolest girl here. Okay.
So what is it with this music?
I don't know. It's like you know how people idolize athletes and musicians
and painters and stuff? Yeah. Those people are idiots. What they do, it doesn't
matter. They play with inflatable balls and ukulele's and shit. Chefs. They play
with the raw materials of life itself and death itself. I've watched every
fucking episode of Chef's Table two or three times. I've watched Slowest 20
times. I've watched him explain the exact moment the green strawberry is perfectly
unripe. I've watched him played a raw scallop during its last dying contraction.
The muscle is far on the edge of the abyss, which is where God
works, too. The same.
That was beautifully put to highlight stop.
Don't.
No, I'm being serious. I think I'm starting to get it.
Really?
Yeah.
A little.
Okay. Yeah. Chef
music. Good evening. Good
evening.
Good evening.
Hello. Welcome to Hawthorne. I'm Julian Slowwick, and tonight it'll be our
pleasure to feed you the curtain. Ryan. Over the next few hours, you will
ingest fat, salt, sugar, protein,
bacteria, fungi, various plants and animals, anatomy's, entire
ecosystems. But I have to beg of you one thing. It's just one.
Do not eat. Taste,
savor, relish. Consider her morsel that you place inside your mouth.
Be mindful, but do not eat. Our menu is too precious for
that. And look around. Here we are on this island.
Accept. Accept all of it and forgive.
And on that note, food.
Our first course is called the island. Arnia played the plants from around the
island, placed on rocks from shore, covered in barely frozen filtered
seawater, which will flavor the dish as it melts. This isn't the kind of
special
it's perfectly all right. Yes, they are. Those very same scalp. Here's what you
must remember about this dish. We, the people on this island, are not important.
The island and the nutrients it provides exist in their most perfect state without
us gathering them or manipulating them or digesting them. What happens inside this
room is meaningless compared to what happens outside. In nature, in the soil
and the water and the air, we are about a frightened
nanosecond. Nature is timeless.
Enjoying that?
Are you crying?
If I'm not very moving. It's also beautiful. It's almost too beautiful to
eat, you.
Know, the nicest restaurant in my hometown.
You don't think Chef's mad at me, right? For the skeleton?
You don't have to call in chefs either. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even
know about your existence.
I kind of want him to like you. Yeah, kind of.
Tyler, you're the customer. You're paying him just very few. It doesn't really
matter whether he likes you or not, right?
Wait, what is it?
Relax. Just eat your home.
And to pay my friends at Karolina Shastania, ruthay premier crew from
2014, not just a single vineyard, a single row of vines. Wow. It's magical.
Perfect. Thoughts. I'm really feeling this is quite half great. There in moments
therein moments there is neediness of playing, you know? I mean, it's been
tweeted to the.
Fuck, but the flavors are there.
It's very clean. It's very scholastic. The lastic oceanic velassa was the
prime was Burdus the last one, the hauntos. Yes. So we are we're eating
the ocean. We're eating the ocean.
How is it?
It's good.
You can't just sing good for the show. You have to get to embellish.
Oh, my God. The Caroline is not brain surgery.
Okay. Travel food show. Yeah. So pitch it to me.
They shoot me incomplete pans on a pastel green vespa, driving around and get
to some gizai's farm with cheese. I eat the cheese. Then there's a close
upon me, and I close my eyes and I fake an orgasm and then
walk to South Africa. And then I go and talk about how racism is
not so cool and bingo. Bongo. Anytime.
Okay.
Can I eat that?
That's right. In the pitch of three streaming services. Fucking great. That's
a disaster. I don't think you can go to South Africa with a DUI.
You like this? The outerfoot? Yeah. South. I mean, I've had shelters just as
good with my chef at home. De Gardo. It's amazing. Whatever. At least we
can say we've been here, right? But I used to say that you buy
the experience. This looks like a suburban landscaping.
I saw Perry at Dealerentis the other day.
Yeah,
I won't say anything.
Are you going to keep doing that?
Bread has existed in some form for over 120 years, especially amongst the
poor. Flour and water. What could be simpler? Even today, grain
represents 65% of all agriculture fruits and vegetables. Only 6%
ancient Greek peasants dipped their stale measly bread and wine for breakfast. And
how did Jesus teach us to pray, not to beg for our daily bread?
It is and has always been the food of the common man. But you,
my dear guests, are not the common man. And so tonight, you get no
bread.
Thank you.
It's got to be a bit hey, you fucking serious? In this spirit,
please enjoy the unaccompanied accompaniments.
The bread you will not feed it tonight was made from a heritage week
called Red Fights, crafted in our partners at the Tahati Pea Grain project devoted
to preserving heirloom grains. This is.
The shit around. The total absence of the bread is, like, really good. It's
a little outrageous, isn't it? He's always been keenly
aware of food in the history of class have I? Sure.
I will say that this emulsion does look slightly slip.
Noticed as soon as it came down, this broken thing.
Yeah, which is really I mean, you really should you really shouldn't see
that.
In the restroom of this quality. Well, there it is. I mean, next level
badass, the way he weaves in historical allegories. I mean, the game is trying
to guess what the overarching theme of the entire meal is going to be.
You won't know until the end.
Wait, you like this? Basically insulting you?
No, you don't get it. It's a concept.
I know what a concept is, Tyler.
Trust me. He's telling a story. That's what makes his food so exciting. He's
not just a chef, he's a storyteller. And he doesn't give a fuck about
the rules.
Call me the girl next door, but maybe there's some rules that you should
give a fuck about? Like, I don't know, giving food to people at a
restaurant.
No one would ever call you to go next door.
I make my own bread.
Do you know that? Oh, yeah.
I mean, it's very rustic.
It hasn't style yeasty. How yea yeast are you using?
Oh, I make my own.
From apple. Of course. You make your own yeast from apples, your wicked thing.
Miss Bloom, here is another broken emotion, courtesy of Chef Loeick.
Excuse me.
Is everything to your liking?
Well, actually, no. Thanks for asking. I mean, look, the food's great, and we
totally get all the conceptual stuff, but could we please get a little bread
and some gluten free for my friend as well?
No.
Okay, this is all very clever, and I didn't want to pull this card,
but you know who we are, right?
Yes.
You do? You know who we are.
I know who you are.
You know we work with Doug Veric, right? No.
You work for Mr. Varic.
Exactly. And so you know, we all play on the same teams.
Please. We won't tell this old lady, I promise. Okay? Did you say
no?
I said no. Yes.
Okay. Wow. Okay. That'll be all, though. Thanks.
May I?
You don't have to do it, okay.
You will eat less than you desire and more than you deserve. It's a
pleasure to serve you my.
Remaining good doses without good news. Without the brady, I bet really focused
it to us. It's so funky. Gun embombing you how to try it.
No, no.
This is great stuff in my Speed. That was total
accident. I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry. You haven't touched your
food.
There is no food.
No, this is food.
So, lots more food to come. Don't want to fill up?
That would not be possible. I've precisely designed the portions to account for that.
So you will please eat. The menu only makes sense if you eat Beethoven's.
Not to eat.
That is not what I meant, madam. You know it.
Oh, thank you. For your concern but I am perfectly capable of deciding when
I eat and what. Thank you.
That was humiliating.
Humiliating.
Yeah.
Taking your treaty, my friend? Yes.
13 pinot Noir from Ross Cobb. We hybrid a candidate with an immersion
lennor to awaken it from its slumber. Slavonian? Oak rich cherry and tobacco
notes and a faint sense of longing and regret.
Longing and regret. In favor.
She's staring again. Where do we know her?
We don't.
She really does look like Claire.
Why do you keep saying that? She doesn't.
You don't think so?
She's nothing like her.
Claire the same far away face.
Can we not upset, please? If you were leaving, which are
not why we believe.
For associate development. Coexic.
What the hell is that?
It's in development. So I'd be developing or helping to develop things.
Why would that be better than working for me?
Oh, because there's a future there. It's a corporate a different kind of future.
Does that make sense?
It's all just hypothetical. Anyway. Next course is called memory. And that is
what it's meant to evoke a memory. So let me tell you a memory
of mine when I was growing up. A child in Waterloo, Iowa. Tuesday was
taco night. Taco Tuesday. And this here, this
lady here, this is my mother. As you can see, she's rather drunk. This
is not unusual. When I was seven years old, one Tuesday my father came
home quite drunk. Really drunk. Also not unusual.
My mother grew angry and screamed at him at which point he proceeded to
wrap a telephone cord around her name and pull it tight. I wept. I
screamed. Begged him to stop. To make him stop, I finally had to stab
him in the fire with kitchen scissors.
You remember that, Mother, don't you? I suppose I should have stepped in the
throat that evening but we're not so smart when we're young. It was, as
you can imagine, as a very memorable taco night.
And she has a little dance here.
So here you have house, smoked breast, chicken thigh al pastor, and our own
tortillas made her their Loom master. One of Hawthorne's signature dishes. We change
our menu constantly, but as Mr. Loom knows, this has been a staple since
day one. It's what you once said put you on the map. Put me
on the map. Precisely. What map would that be, I wonder? Anyways, because we're
always innovating and we fear irrelevance. An update to a classic. The images
on the tortillas have been made using a laser engraving machine. This is the
first time you've used it. We hope this taco night evokes strong memories.
Russell. Enjoy. Of course you have a good
taco there. Are.
They'Re restaurants that I
reviewed that.
All closed like a gag, then?
I think so.
Richard, what is these taco things.
No, the pictures. They're all about
this one is after you had the melon number removed from your forehead.
There's the bandage isn't that nice? They remember. Tyler, is that you're?
On me from 19 fucking fires?
Jesus Christ was with us.
He hates me. It's not damn it. I didn't think you'd really mind this.
Should I apologize?
Apologize for what?
What, calling Doctor Sunshine?
Oh, my God, I forgot.
Dumb part band script one shoot though.
Maybe it's a joke. Because you're friends, right?
Yeah, friends. I mean, do I have any friends?
Great. I guess. What the fuck are these?
How did he get these? Not good.
Excuse me.
Can I help you? These are tortillas.
Tortillas de lisiosa.
What are these?
These are tortillas, which contain Echo Bright tax records and other documents
showing how your company has created invoices with fake charges.
How did you get these?
I'm sorry, but chef never reveals his recipe.
Do you know how fuck you are? My house is place close by the
morning. Do you understand?
Oh, no, that won't be necessary. Enjoy. And this is you?
Who is that woman?
How the hell should I know? Faint. It's some sort of sort of stupid
joke. It's a fucking taco, okay? Can't hurt you. Yeah, a fucking taco that
might hold up in court. We have plausible deniability. And if they try to
turn us in, right, it's just like they turn us and they've been turning
back and they may be just as fucked as we are, right? So we're
fine, right? Yeah, fine.
Okay. I have to make this right. Somehow, I have to.
Well, I'll tell you how you make it right. You send this shit back.
Excuse me. Excuse me, sir. Lie. Did you just fucking snap?
I've been trying to get reservation here.
No, and I don't really care. Send shit back to this kitchen.
Your child. You thanked them for your money in the door.
What did you call me?
I call you a child. Fucking active.
Tyler, you need to apologize to me right now. You can all speak to
me now. Actually, I can.
Because Bing dong, I know he's tang, so maybe Shawnee
oh, my God. This is incredible. You have to try this.
Let me interrupt.
Ms knows. How can I assist you? Just looking for the ladies room. Right
this way. Thank you. What's behind that silver door?
Something very special.
No, you can't.
You shouldn't be in here.
I'd like to know specifically what it was about the last course that you
did not enjoy. You've barely eaten the food. Why? I need to know. Why
don't you eat?
Why do you care?
I take my work very seriously. And you're not eating. That wounds me.
Because I'm just not very hungry.
I told you who I am. I'm Julian Slowwick and I'm a chef here.
Now, who are you? I'll ask again. Who are you?
I'm Margot Mills.
So where are you from, Marga?
I'm from Grand Island, Nebraska. How does that make you feel? Better. You will
be addressed from Allstate Park. You output?
No, it's not who you want me to think you are. Who are you?
I am Margot.
You shouldn't be here tonight.
Please get the fuck out of my way.
Still very theatrical. Japanese and the earth's style. But he wants things like
this.
I'm excited. We're ready for our next course. Which I think excuse me? What
the hell's going on? Would you just let me finish, please? Is that okay?
Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, please meet sous chef Jeremy Louden.
Jeremy created the next dish. It's called the mess. Originally from
Sparks, Nevada, Jeremy studied at the Culinary Institute in Hyde Park. Jeremy's
goal, as he wrote in a heartfelt letter was to work for me here
at Hawthorne. Isn't that right, Jeremy? Yes, Chef.
Jeremy is talented. He's good. He's very good.
But he's not great. He'll never be great. He
desperately wants my prestige, my job, my talent. He aspires to greatness, but
he'll never achieve it. Correct, Jeremy?
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