I fell in love with food in Besançon. I was about 19 and having failed miserably at being a draughtsman, I was looking for my destiny. I saw this restaurant called Le Palais de la Bière on a wonderful summer night. The maître d’hôtel was carving meat and flambéing pancakes and there were lovers holding hands. It was so beautiful. Oh my God! I said I wanted to become the chef there. It didn’t happen straight away though – I became the cleaner first.
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