Gemotions

The review was a direct blow to the gut. The critic had trashed his carefully crafted menu, declaring it "lacking in imagination and skill." Chef Julian’s blood ran cold. He ripped the newspaper in half with a savage, silent movement. He felt a sharp, metallic taste in his mouth, a familiar sign of rising pressure. He walked into his walk-in fridge, the cold air doing nothing to calm his nerves. He grabbed a prime cut of Wagyu beef, his touch rough and unyielding. The critic loved Wagyu.