Today's Special

Don't give your heart to anyone

You'll regret if you do

Admirers of beauty They'll take your heart

They pretend to be naive

They cry out from The bottom of their hearts

You're the one for me!

-Lobster fennel! -Lobster fennel!

Okay, chard, arugula, mesclun, radicchio.

Okay? No beet greens, no beet greens.

Tell Eduardo that dairy delivery gets here at 10, not 10:15, not 10:30.

Okay, go, go. Freddie, what the hell is this?

-Salmon. -Salmon. I know it's salmon,

but why does it have scales in a mouth? Oh my God!

If we serve it like that, it'll scare the customers, right?

-I just thought... -Yeah, don't think.

Fillet, fillet like the wind, Freddie.

Two beef, one salmon, one rib.

-Two beef, one rib. -One salmon.

Chicken's up, lobster's up, how long on that snapper?

-Thirty seconds. -Ladies.

Samir, what's the word, stud?

Steady as she goes, chef.

That's my boy. That's my boy right here.

-Who do we have this week? -Okay.

-Oh, Henna. -You know what? Give me that.

-Hot Henna, Horny Henna? -Just give me it.

Heterosexual Henna?

Honey-dipped Henna?

Just give me that.

You know, I'm gonna give your mom my e-mail address.

She's obviously wasting her time on you.

You know what? You are a sick man, and I have to go.

Hey.

Please try.

Okay.

So, you're a cook?

Yeah, I'm a sous-chef right now.

The sous-chef is the, you know,

He's the one who runs the kitchen and oversees all the cooking,

takes care of administration, inventory,

and basically solves any problems that come up.

And the chef is the one who gets all the credit, so...

It's not easy to get to be the chef.

But my boss is a part-owner of a restaurant

that's opening up in Soho pretty soon

and that looks like that job is pretty much mine for the asking, so...

So...

If we get married, I wanna have a lot of children

and my mother would live with us.

All right, okay, chard, arugula, mesclun, radicchio.

Go, go, go, go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop, whoa.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Making cilantro oil.

Right, it's called cilantro oil, not cilantro water.

Right. The thing is, your cilantro oil was coming out flavorless,

so, I'm finishing it with water instead of oil.

-You changed it? -Yeah.

Okay, you just transferred here from Red Grill?

Yeah. Okay, Carrie.

If this is not the best cilantro oil

that I've ever tasted in my entire life,

you'll be back at Red Grill by dinnertime.

Get your hair out of your face.

This is a kitchen, not a rock concert.

How's everyone doing? All right? Rosie, what's good?

Thank you. Louis?

Watch that seasoning, son, all right?

Got it, chef.

You can talk to him now.

Do it now, don't be a pussy.

Shut the fuck up.

Chef, chef, I wanted to...

-It's not my fault. -Is that table 11?

That better not be 11.

-I've got VIPs on 11. -I got it.

Come on, let's go. Chop, chop.

I'm gonna need this.

Coming through, corner.

-Okay, thank you, Freddie. -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo, this is for table 23.

Yeah, don't worry, Freddie.

Hey, wait, that's 16's salmons.

-Don't worry. Hang in there. -Samir.

-Pea puree. -Pea puree.

-Potato puree. -Potato puree.

-Saffron. -Saffron.

Turnip.

Turnip.

Cabbage.

Cabbage.

Team work.

44th and 10th.

Are you Indian?

Yeah.

Do you speak Hindi?

No.

You like Hindi songs?

No.

Listen...-These pants are from England...

Whoa, hey, hey, watch it. Watch it.

So, what's your name?

Samir.

What do you do?

I'm a chef.

You...

Oh, really?

Hey, that's wonderful!

You know, I used to cook for the Oberoi Sheraton.

The finest hotel kitchen in all of Mumbai. Whoa.

I met Indira Gandhi when she came there for a banquet.

I created a special pulao in her honor,

and she was so taken by it, that she came

back to the kitchen to thank me personally.

Hey, hey, hey, whoa, watch it. Watch it.

-So, do you cook Indian food? -No. Never.

I make a Murghi Masala that will haunt you like a lost love.

Okay, could we just not talk, please?

Oh, yeah. Sure, sure, boss. Sure.

Hey, Mr. Samir. Better keep my card.

Ken fucking Curzon?

Just calm down, buddy, all right?

Dude, this is my job.

This is my job, you know it is.

And you give it to fucking 25-year-old

Fucking Ken fucking Curzon? Come on!

-I know you're upset. -I'm upset.

Yes, I am upset.

I have six years in the line, I have two as your sous-chef.

Of course, I'm upset.

I know, pal, and you're the best damn sous-chef I've got, okay?

Oh, great. But what?

Huh?

Look, Samir.

Samir, you...

You are an incredible cook.

All right?

But to be the chef, that's, I mean,

you got to be more than just a good cook, man. You know?

No, no. You've got to be a creative force.

You've got to be the man with the magic.

The bing, the bang, the boom, the pop.

And Ken Curzon, he may be 25 years old, but he's got that magic.

When he slices salmon, it's fucking pornographic.

I get a boner watching this guy cook.

That's a chef.

Frankly, Samir, I know you've been doing this for a few years,

But your cooking's cold.

What?

I'm sorry, buddy, but you know what, it's paint by numbers.

It's by the book. And as a businessman, I have to ask myself,

"Where's the magic?"

"Where's the emotion?"

"Where's my boner?" Hmm?

Hey, hey. Samir! Where're you going, buddy?

I heard you quit, I'm sorry about that.

It's all for the best, you know.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to Paris.

You got a job in Paris?

Yeah, I'm going to stage with Jacques Renaud.

Really?

-At La Cantatrice? -Yeah.

Wow, that's amazing.

Well, it's just a stage, you know.

Call me crazy, but most people would seem happy about it.

I am happy.

Good luck.

Wait.

Here.

Wow.

This is good stuff. Thanks.

If you're gonna be working in this madhouse,

you're gonna need it more than me.

I need directions to the discotheque.

You know, you don't have to actually go to Paris,

Just because you lie to a girl.

No, no. No, no, no, no. No, you don't understand.

This was me telling myself what I already knew,

but I didn't know yet.

Right.

Look, I go to Paris,

I stage with the great ones.

Renaud, Verge, Robuchon, Troisgros. Whoever will take me in.

But you know what? When I get back, doors are gonna fly open for me

that I didn't even know existed.

Have you told your folks yet?

I've been waiting.

For what?

The last minute.

Shoes.

Samir. Oh!

-Hi, mom. -So...

-So? -What happened with that girl, Henna?

-How did it go, dear? -Mmm...

Oh, Samir.

Why am I breaking my head?

I don't know, Ma.

Beta, how will I answer God,

if you're still without a family when I'm gone?