Slop!

Chef, he's here. Bowl Stain from the Plate, the biggest food magazine in the country. He destroyed Luciano's last month, called it cafeteria food with a god complex. Luciano's closed two weeks later. Shit! Okay, what did he order? I'll bring it out myself.

Here's the osso buco, sir. Enjoy. So, what tools do you use? The equipment, the tools. What makes the food? Sir, it was me. I made this with my own hands. But you used a stove and a pot. I did use a pot, yes. So you didn't really make it, not entirely. Not with your hands alone. Sir, if you'd just taste it... No, you made nothing here. The oven braised this, the stove reduced the sauce, the thermometer told you when to stop. That's not cooking, you're just operating machines.

If you'd just try a bite, you'd understand. There's no soul in food like this, no emotion. You can taste when someone's heart is in it. This is empty. But sir, I created that dish with all my heart. You didn't create anything. You assembled other people's ideas and put your name on it. I don't need to taste this, I know exactly what it is.

Slop. Why did that man say you didn't make it? Because I use tools, a stove. Pots. Did you decide what it tastes like? Yes. Did you decide what goes in it? Yes. Did you decide what it looks like? Yes. Then you made it. Hehehe.