Gemotions

Chef Dimitri stared at his reflection in the kitchen window. The review's words, "unimaginative," felt like a physical blow. He felt that his entire body was a tightly coiled spring.

He turned away from his own reflection. It was the food that mattered. He started by examining the stock. He tasted it. He re-seasoned it. He tasted it again. He paced the kitchen, his mind racing, searching for any weakness in his current menu.

He would make changes. He would make them immediately. He called his suppliers. He was resolute. His restaurant would be a place of greatness, one bite at a time.