“WHAT MADE YOU WANT TO open and operate such a renowned dining-palace?” Prosatio Silban asked Hesto Panym, owner of many-harbored Soharis’ excellent and elegant Gull’s Wing.
“Honestly? I don’t quite recall,” the restaurateur replied with an emphatic shrug. “But if ever I decide to do so again, please: Take your largest pot of browned-onion soup – and drown me in it.”
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What does “amuse-bouche” mean, exactly?
I’m not sure about the literal meaning, but my understanding is that it’s a free bite-sized taste of something sent by a chef to a diner as a token of appreciation or a demonstration of skill. (In my case, it’s the former.)