Gemotions

The print version of the review lay on the stainless steel counter, soaked in spilled coffee. Chef Ricardo sighed. "Unrefined," the critic had written. He considered it, then threw it in the trash. He walked over to the windows, and looked out on the city lights. He returned to the kitchen and gathered his staff. “We have work to do,” he said, his voice quiet but resolute. He opened a new package of rare spices, then asked the staff for their ideas for a new menu. He listened intently, a faint smile playing on his lips.