A Taste of Hunger (Smagen af sult)

It's delicious.

Great contrasts between the fatty, the freshness, the sweet and the salty.

All the flavors are present.

I totally get where you're going with it.

- It's something else... - What?

- A bigger plate. - Yes.

- With the fig in the middle. - Yes.

The fruit of paradise.

Let the guests assemble the dish and take it in.

Let go of control.

Imagine all the lights turned off. The dining room is completely dark.

The light is coming from the woods.

We'll have a piece made that shines through the moss...

and illuminates the tree in the middle.

It's the center. It all begins there.

A Taste of Hunger

23 P.M.

Thanks.

Here we go.

Wild apple with paradise apple jelly and cream of apple seeds.

- Do you like it? - Beautiful. Delicious.

The apples are amazing. Can I get some?

- They're all gone. - You've taken all of them?

- I'll keep them to myself. - Right...

It's so good.

- That seat is taken. - I didn't realize.

- He just went to the restroom. - I'll be leaving soon.

A whiskey sour, please.

What are we having?

I'm having wild apple with some paradise apple jelly.

- Delicious. - Very.

Did you know it's a mistake that the forbidden fruit is an apple?

Adam and Eve didn't eat an apple. No one knows what the hell they ate.

Maybe it was a fig, a plum or a cheeky little lemon.

Hardly.

The Hebrew word used in the Bible means any fruit that grows on a tree.

Take the Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo.

The snake that twists around the tree... It's a fig tree.

- Help yourself, why don't you? - Oh, apple...

The sinful fruit.

- I once dated a Catholic priest. - Right...

Are you coming?

your wife is seeing...

your wife loves someone else

I really crave dick when I've had a whiskey sour.

your wife loves someone else

- Will you stop it! - I'll turn it off.

- Seriously, Carsten! - Wait.

- What? - We have a solo diner.

- In our restaurant? Now? - Frank says so.

I didn't know Michelin were in town. Did you?

- It's their first time with us. - Fuck...

Yeah. Shit.

Get going. You can make the main course.

Michelin don't care that this is our first night alone in two years. Go!

I love you.

Maybe you should zip up before you do the main course.

Say hi to the kids.

to Carsten

We need to fix that.

- Anders. - Yes, chef?

How did it go before I came?

Fine.

Fine?

Some of them didn't eat the oyster dish. That happens sometimes, right?

All right.

- Frank? - Yes, chef?

Prepare an oyster dish for me.

Yes, chef. Sofie! One oyster.

- Here you are. - Thanks.

Chef.

Here you go.

Thanks.

What the hell is this? What is this?!

What is this shit?!

- Great service tonight. - Thanks, chef.

But I just don't understand how it is possible...

that we serve over fermented lemons.

Frank?

Yes, chef?

Could you...

Explain to me what happened. One step at a time.

Yes, chef.

I make the starter... The oyster dish.

Halfway through service, I run out of lemons from tub one.

- Did you taste them? - I take the ones...

- Did you taste them? - No, chef.

You didn't taste the food you were going to serve?

No. We were busy...

Too busy to spend ten seconds on tasting it?

- I forgot, and you usually... - You forgot.

What did the Englishman in seat 12 get?

The bad lemons from tub two, chef. Are we even sure he's from Michelin?

That's fucking irrelevant!

Yes.

- Sofie, what's a chef's job? - To cook.

How does he know whether the food is good or bad?

- He tastes it. - Yes.

- Did you taste the food, Frank? - No.

- You're no chef then. - Sorry, chef.

- I'm not your chef. - No.

You're done here. As of right now.

- Thank you. - Yes.

- Anyone feeling sorry for Frank? - No, chef.

You are off work now. Go home.

Clear the kitchen. Off you go.

I said, go home!

Go on. We'll do this tomorrow. Let's go.

SWEET

When they saw each other for the first time

Get rid of it, do you hear me? What the hell is he doing?

I'm really sorry.

I'll never hire you again!

The menu reflects the season...

We agreed on fucking sushi! Normal rice and lots of chili mayo.

I'll go out and buy what we agreed to serve.

This job will now cost us money.

How stupid is it to take money to work, baby brother?

Taste it. Did they taste it?

Yes, and they hated it!

I'll be back in 45 minutes with the right food.

They don't have anything upstairs. Fix it!

- You two are fired. Get out! - Torben...

Wash the dishes yourself, baby brother!

Thank you. We'll pay you, guys.

Don't eat that. There'll be sushi in a minute.

- Can I help you with something? - What will you do in the meantime?

What will you serve while they wait?

I'm under a little bit of pressure here, so take your happy mood and go upstairs.

May I suggest a drink? They have loads of booze.

- The bartender will be here later. - Don't you have a problem right now?

- Yes. - Then let's make them a drink.

I'll help you.

- You just have to say yes. - All right.

- Can you grate oranges? - Yes, I can do that.

- Wash your hands then. - Cheeky.

- What are we making? - Whiskey sour.

Half a lemon. Squeeze it.

Into this?

That one is for me.

- You have to taste it, don't you? - Yes.

What do you want to do in life? What's your dream?

You don't mess about, do you?

Not: "Where are you from?" or: "How many people have you fucked?"

I don't know.

You don't seem like the type who doesn't know.

- I'll tell you what I don't want. - I'd rather hear what you want.

I don't know you that well, do I?

Don't tell me you're making a hot dog from my food.

I am. I love hot dogs. It's a fun detail in my line of work.

- What's that? - Anthropology.

It's a very democratic food.

Anyone can eat of one these bad boys at four in the morning.

At the hot dog stand, where the dreary class barriers are non–existent.

Everyone chats with everyone while eating a hot dog with all the trimmings.

Try this.

It's really tasty. What is it?

Pickled figs from the island of Bornholm.

Did you always want to be a chef?

No one thought I would amount to anything.

I went to Japan. Ran out of money. Got a job as a dishwasher.

Then I met this chef who could...

He could really cook.

His food was amazing.

Very basic. Structured. Healthy.

Those principles... They really hit home with me.

I stayed for ten years.

One day he gave me this.

A Japanese chef's knife.

He said: "Hold on to it."

"If you do that, you can become anything."

"Just remember: Only one person can hold the knife in the kitchen."

Then he fired me and I went home.

- With Japanese know–how no one wants? - I don't make Japanese food.

Then why did you take on this sushi extravaganza menu?

My food uses local nature, culture and produce and...

That's all you can do. That's all you have to do.

You make food that's worth being fired for?

- That's worth fighting for? - Yes, maybe that's it.

You should have your own restaurant. You should have a Michelin star.

Is that the dream? Is that what you want to do?

Yes.

Maybe you should find yourself another boss.

Now I want to know what you want to do.

I want it all.

It all?

- Career, family...? - Yes.

Well... What's the problem?

You just have to be attentive, dedicated and passionate.

It's like that in the kitchen but in love as well.

It's like that in life.

But who gets to decide?

The one who has the knife.

- In the kitchen. - Right...

09 P.M.

I have to run down to the restaurant.

- To Dad? - Yes.

Why?

Because Dad can't do without me.

A very important man is visiting.