The Pot Thief Who Studied Escoffier
“Deschutes announced the meal would be Gebackener Karpfen. I was avoiding M’Lanta Scruggs and had taken a seat next to Jürgen Dorfmeister who was Austrian.“Fried carp,” whispered Dorfmeister. I would rather have poison, I thought to myself. I exited the dining room and went out to the loading dock to get some fresh air.Dorfmeister showed up a minute later. “What’s wrong? You don’t like fried carp?”He had a massive head with shaggy black hair, leathery skin, a red bulbous nose, and a big soft bel...ly. He looked like the Santa from the wrong side of the tracks.“I’ve never eaten carp, and I never will.”“I had it growing up,” he said. “Otherwise, my childhood was happy,” he added and laughed.He lit a cigarette, and I moved a couple of feet away from him.“Will it bother you if I smoke?”“Not so long as the smoke doesn’t come my way.”He held the cigarette aloft and observed its smoke stream. “The winds seem to favor you tonight.” He laughed at his joke then said, “I know it’s unhealthy, but I breathe smoke all day.MoreLess
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