following 20 years he has left here 21 years .... years I am no longer in service. A time when the process of making cocktails (especially the Daiquiri) was of the utmost importance, at least for him.
When I was head waiter, I was in daily service for several months, this remarkable poet-musician, who was addicted. He had fallen into this state of addictive fun. Its dependence could imply that he had missed his life. Yet at each of its orders at the bar, his application was well-argued, subject to an applied knowledge of the product, and a desire to communicate this knowledge. For example, the components of the cocktail daiquiri nothing escaped his vigilance: product selection, dosage, technical moves, temperature, decoration, preparation time, so tasting the sound of utensils. Everything was in his eyes reading a score and the staging of an orchestra. The bitterness of his personality that was reflected at other times disappeared in this gastronomic experience, its eyes drunk. Yet one day, a drop of rum and broke the vase Serge Gainsbourg who disappeared. The young man I was, could be considered that this call to the medical reality in the image I had of idolizing the hedonistic, was a sign. A sign to show me the crossroads which intersect philosophy and psychology, hedonism and addiction. The sign said that the cuisine does not triumph if we have faith and if the cuisine has a meaning.
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