I hadn’t even noticed the waiter, who stood next to the chef. Standing beside that gargantuan, the waiter looked like a stick man. The chef spoke in what I took as a polite tone, but it was all in French and it was apparent that he was talking to me.
The waiter smiled and translated for the chef, “Hello, I am Chef, Acel Destrie. I am very sorry you did not enjoy the Bouillabaisse or the Truffles.”
As the waiter spoke for the chef, the chef smiled and unlike Mr. Rawnwe, his smile seemed genuine.
Acel said something else to which the waiter translated, “I was not aware of your age. Please accept my apologies and I personally promise you that you will thoroughly enjoy the remainder of your meal.”