Sweetbitter

Previously on Sweetbitter...

If I wanted you,

I would have fucked you that night on the street.

I don't want you.

Mm, poor kid.

- Who? - Rosalyn.

Baby Jakey doesn't waste time.

Let's go see a movie or something, like real humans.

I was thinking the film forum.

I've been working there since film school.

We've worked together a long time, Howard...

arguably too long.

Maybe I'm ready for some changes around here.

Hey, Chef, what about some parsnips?

Yeah, get some parsnips.

Get some of that and a case of beets.

Oh, uh, make that two.

And all the beets you've got. I need more fucking color, man.

If the food doesn't look exciting, no one will eat it.

You know what I mean?

Great. Tess...

Well, we know Will didn't sleep last night.

Distilled white vinegar is the best.

Yeah, make sure the lid's tight.

- Mel Gibson got a DUI. - Another DUI?

He's racist, but he's fantastic in Braveheart.

Mel Gibson can get it.

In eighths, if you want it to fit.

Uh, uh, two cloves of garlic

and one sprig of dill, okay? Thank you.

It's pretty great, huh?

Yeah, the, uh, smell

is particularly wonderful.

Yeah, somewhere between urine

and boiling bleach.

It's the halophiles... the smell.

"Halophiles"?

Microorganisms that live in the brine.

They make the acid that preserves everything.

I have too much garlic.

Looks good.

Now you just pick a brine

Um, I would do the lavender one with, like, the turnips

or the, uh... the fennel.

You love pickling day, huh?

Yeah. I mean, not long ago,

people preserved to survive the whole winter,

not just the next five minutes.

I appreciate long-term vision.

You know... you are gonna make

some Midwest girl so happy one day.

Isn't Ohio the Midwest?

Cute. That was cute.

Ooh.

Okay, I want my prep kitchen back in 20 minutes.

Uh, sorry. Excuse me, miss.

Can I help you with something?

How many days is a New York strip dry-aged?

Uh, 60 days.

What temperature?

36 degrees Fahrenheit. Is there...

What year did this restaurant open?

Uh, July 10th, uh, 1987.

What are the names of the dishwashers?

Santos, Desmond, uh, Papi...

- Papi? - Alonzo.

Who's the owner of this establishment?

Maddie Glov...

You're Maddie Glover.

You're Maddie... I'm so sorry.

I-I've seen pictures, obviously.

You just... y-you... you look different.

C'est Le chef. Quelle surprise.

Bonjour, Mon Ami.

- When did you get in? - Oh, last night...

from Tokyo.

It was a total fucking nightmare.

Simone, you are a dream.

Tell me what's going on in my restaurant.

Chef.

To what do we owe this surprise?

Maddie just got back from Tokyo.

Usually we get a few weeks' notice before your fall visit.

Well, I'm leaving for Las Vegas for a month tomorrow,

so I thought today was the perfect day to taste the menu.

Of course.

Howard, why don't you come sit with me?

Simone, you'll take care of us.

Just originals.

No specials.

Of course.

Wha... I... like, I-I thought this

was Howard's restaurant, like Howard was the boss.

Oh, no. Maddie's the boss.

And when she's here, Howard's her little bitch.

It's awesome.

What do you think they're talking about?

Chernobyl.

Hey, I, uh, think I owe you an apology.

Yeah, no shit.

I can be a prick sometimes, so...

Two Camparis...

and check the water levels.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Hey. - Hi.

See you later.

- Oh! - Shit.

- Oh, sorry. - I got it.

- Sorry, sorry. - It's okay. It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

I'll just get you a new one.

When you first enter a space,

what are you looking for?

Uh, excuse me?

When you first walk in,

do you want a place to call your own,

or do you want to be moved by a-a grand vision?

You're in college, aren't you?

Um, no.

- I'm not in college. - Hmm.

Okay.

Cabernet.

Carefully.

A surprise tasting. She's torture.

She's a sadist, a fucking terrorist.

You got this, Scott.

She hasn't been relevant since 1989.

Which explains the Crocs.

I'm actually liking her new Tex-Mex place in Red Hook.

Tex-Mex is not a valid food genre.

Is it a crime to love mixed trouble?

How's it going, Scott?

Almost there. Almost there.

So you and Maddie Glover are friends.

I'm not sure Maddie Glover has friends,

but I'm definitely a fan.

She opened this place right out of culinary school.

She was only 26.

- 26? - Mm-hmm.

Now, seven restaurants later, she's writing books.

She's doing a television show.

Maddie doesn't wait for anything.

I've always admired that about her.

Uh, missed a spot.

Perfect.

She was 26?

What are you, like, 28, 30?

What are we doing with our lives?

- Hi, Will. - Hi, how are you?

I know what it is. You know what it is?

He has a different haircut.

Maybe.

Yeah. Last time I was in,

it was more of a Caesar cut.

I don't... I don't think so.

I've had this, uh, haircut since I was in high school.

Oh, then you were this handsome in high school?

Um...

I was voted, uh, "Most Thoughtful."

- Aww. - That's so cute.

- Can we just take you home with us? - Yeah.

Miss, will you bring us a doggy bag?

- Absolutely. - Thank you.

Thanks, guys.

- Shut up. - High school?

Will?

- Will. - Yeah?

- Can we ask you a question? - Sure.

The lights above the bar are too bright.

There's scuff marks on the hostess stand.

Table 11 is too close to the wall.

The water pitchers look old.

And I tasted Cafiza in my espresso.

- Consider it done. - By the way...

the flowers are a little too pink.

Says the woman who picked pink chairs.

Here we are.

The fall menu.

Roast chicken and spinach...

Mmm.

Local squash...

That looks lovely.

And the salmon.

Merci, Simone.

- Bon appétit. - Stay.

Mmm.

Who's doing your blonde?

Um, I am going all the way to the Upper West Side,

but it is worth it.

The cedar plank salmon,

your signature dish.

Behind.

What does she want next,

the grilled cheese sandwich her Nana used to make her?

I'm gonna have to ask you to pack your knives

and leave the premises.

Are you fucking serious?

What, is it last month's food cost?

Chef just thinks you have a little too much vision.