#Michelin-starred chefs

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The Evolving Landscape of Hotel Dining: Trends and Transformations

The Shifting Landscape of Hotel Dining “Did you notice that this restaurant has two entrances?” Maria Joao Galante, the Director of PR & Communications at the Corinthia Hotel in Lisbon, inquires. I must admit, I hadn’t. While this might seem like a trivial observation, it is actually pivotal in understanding the evolving cultural dynamics surrounding dining experiences. Seated in the bright and…

[hyunpic]

hyunjin on bubble: baby hyunjin is so cute

[soaps-mohawk]

I have a feeling that omega will go into distress from all this angst and this will finally bring them together again 🥲 can't wait to see what you've been cooking

[atmilliways]

Preview

@steddiemicrofic

written for ‘Pine’ | wc: 508 | rated: T Kind of a time travel fic, kind of a future fic. Established relationship, but also not. With a whiff of mutual pining.

Eddie is cold. He’s so fucking cold, clutched in Henderson’s arms. 

And then he isn’t. 

He’s hot, dripping sweat instead of blood. Standing, feet aching like he’s been on them all day. Everything is light and heat and noise, the clanging of metal and the sizzle and smell of things cooking, people bustling. He sways on his feet, and—

“You okay, chef?”

It’s too much. Eddie’s eyes roll back, gone before he even falls.

He wakes in a soft bed, softer than he’s ever felt in his entire life. It smells of pine-scented laundry detergent, weed smoke, and comfort. 

“Eds?” Steve Harrington leans over him with concern and relief in his eyes, and something warm that chases the last of the cold from Eddie’s blood. He’s clasping Eddie’s hand in both of his.

Something’s off, though. Steve looks . . . older. And damn good in glasses, but since when did Steve Harrington need glasses?

“You passed out at work, babe.”

Babe.

Babe.

“King Steve holding my hand,” Eddie mumbles. “I’m either dreaming or dead.”

“. . . Oh.” Steve’s grip tightens, reminding Eddie that, oh yeah, he can hear him. Maybe not a dream, if he doesn’t get to have his privacy when thinking out loud. “Okay, so this is happening. Uh. . . . What year do you think it is?”

Eddie frowns. It’s 1986, but. . . . When he looks down at himself there are scars and unfamiliar tattoos and, weirdly, a distinct lack of one nipple on his own chest. Why is he shirtless?

His silence seems answer enough, because Steve nods. “Okay. You told me this was going to happen, just weren’t sure when. The last thing you remember is the Upside Down, right? Bats?”

The bats. Eddie shudders with his entire body. 

“Okay,” Steve says again, smoothing his thumbs over the knuckles and palm of Eddie’s hand. “You’re going to be fine, Eds. This is just a blip.” He offers an awkward smile. “But you’re going to go back, and it’s going to really hurt for a while but you’re going to be fine. Just do your stretches, I remember how much you hated that shit but it’s important.”

Eddie can’t wrap his head around what Steve is saying. His voice is small when he asks, “Will I still be able to play?”

The smile firms up, genuine. “Yeah. Not quite as good as before, we all know how important your left nipple was for that, but. You have guitars all over the damn place, really clutters up our apartment.”

“Our?” Eddie croaks. 

Another squeeze of his hand. “Yeah. Don’t leave me hanging too long when you get back, okay?”

He wants to ask more, but sleep is tugging at him and the bed is so soft. 

He wakes up in a hospital bed, and the Steve Harrington he knows is asleep in the visitor’s chair, hand on the sheet next to Eddie’s. 

And Eddie, not wanting to leave him hanging, breathes through the pain as he reaches to hold it.

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[ninyard]

aftg au where kevin’s the head chef training neil and critiques every tiny thing he does and neil feels like he can’t do anything right and andrew is the other experienced chef who shows him how to keep kevin happy and ace his techniques

[blackgirlsreverything]

[quilleily]

please wake up

[hussyknee]

FYI if you're watching MasterChef Australia, the Sri Lankan Australian contestant Savi is a friend of mine and kind of a stealth idol because everything I seem to be online (a ball-busting, bombastic, proudly brown, unapologetically fat, sexy decolonizer lady) she actually is irl. It's funny because she was a few grades below me and found me intimidating when we were in school and now I'm the one perpetually in awe of her. Do watch if you can and root for her! She's a delight!

[the-weeb-of-the-uchiha]

When your cousin has no food at her house so you had to expand your domain and pull something out the malevolent kitchen

Would Sakuna be proud 🤔

I had some unflavored oatmeal so I just cooked some apples in brown sugar and butter for some sweetness

I'm not eating no Bland ass oatmeal

"Cooking like a chef I'm a five star Michelin" -Felix

[toxintouch]

Touchstarved fandom, your opinions, please??

(It's a sliding scale of competency.)

He's rich = he's never tried. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kingstarkingslay]

A Jegulus AU where Regulus is a chef and James is a critic who gives Regulus a good review even though the foods not that great so James visits his restaurant everyday to subtlety help him make it better by giving him pointers on how to make the dishes better ( plus it gives him a chance to see the guy who stole his heart everyday) sounds fluffy

But

A Jegulus AU where James is a high class chef and Regulus is a renowned critic ( kinda like Anton Ego in Ratatouille) who gives James a bad review even though it’s the greatest thing he’s ever tasted cause Regulus is notorious for having destroyed the careers of great chefs with his reviews and he’d very much like to keep his reputation like that but James knows he’s a great chef so he calls Regulus over to his restaurant everyday to try his latest dishes to get Regulus to break and finally give him a Michelin Star sounds angst

( plus imagine all the sexual tension in a fic like that)

Regulus : do you smell that?

James : you mean the sexual tension in the kitchen right now?

Regulus : *sighs* no Potter , your pan is on fire

[kdbleu]

We all get that Carmy doesn't care about the Michelin stars at EMP because he didn't earn them. He retained them. The disdain for the difference is clear in his voice.

But he'd earn stars for Sydney. He'd die for his own stars, but he'd do anything the universe asked to get stars for her. Because like offering Sydney the restaurant at the end of season one, all Carmy has is the talent to earn to stars. His talent and focus, his grit are all he has to give her. So he will die trying to earn Michelin stars for her, for them.

[sudsyv2]

Ghost giving soap a matching worn out pair of his own gloves, it’s smaller and fit perfectly on soap!

Normally, when people receive gloves they’re brand new and never used. But something about ghost handing soap his old gloves that he can’t fit anymore? It makes soap so happy. Especially when he tries them on, it was a perfect fit. He felt like that princess with the glass shoe right now. It was worn down, obviously, but they were still warm. Soap could see the stretches and small cuts on the gloves too. Nevertheless he puts them on and thanks ghost, placing a quick kiss on the others masked face. (He was on his tippy toes but if you say anything about it to him he will fight you)

Anyways ghost is a simp and loves having his bf wear things of his. Ghosts given soap a jacket with the initials “S.R” and has never felt more smug as he watched his bf parade around with those initials on him. (He had once bought a custom made choker with S.R on them and has gifted them to soap, sue him for thinking his bf looks hot in chokers)

let me be i have to cook my own fluff and I’d say I’m a five star chef

[b1nks]

Random DP idea that won’t leave my brain

So when Danny and Jazz were little Jack and Maddie weren’t all ways the most attentive parents and would sometimes forget to make dinner and when they did it was sentient and really aggressive and so Jazz learned how to cook for her family very young and would often make Danny lunch and Jack and Maddie little meals for when they were working for days straight and when Danny was older Jazz taught him so he could provide for himself when she was busy this especially came in handy when she became more busy with school not to mention Danny was really good at it and they would make things together for bonding purposes this pretty much stopped after the accident until a few months later after Danny tells jazz about phantom and one night after patrol he finds jazz in the kitchen with tons of baking supplies and they spend all night making cookies this re invokes Dannys love of cooking and then they make it a weekly thing jazz always makes sure to have time for Danny and hers little cooking session anyway was this a super long way to say I think Danny’s an awesome chef yes

[nashvillethotchicken]

[fatuismooches]

NOOOOO HURTING HIM!!!! GIVE HIM YUMMY FOOD!!! if i knew how to cook (everytime I try I mess something up ;_;) I would be the best housewife for him 😊 I would make him so many yummy treats.. Enrichment for the Dottore C: yippe!!!!!

also.. I'm just imagining a reader that will just get Zandik food that he mentioned he wants to try..

he'll be like "hmm... this looks good." and the reader will have it in their hands immediately with a big smile. IDK.. my brainrot so big there are mushrooms growing on my head.

- 🐓

I promise it was just one time!! You only feed your lover the most scrumptious food of course!! 😭🥺 Definitely becomes a love language for you, you didn't expect to be cooking this much, but with Dottore's tendency to skip meals and create distasteful meals... you had to do something! (Even if it meant taking on all the extra responsibilities and restocking the fridge and all of that stuff... I just know Zandik is one lucky mf when he wakes up midday after weeks of consecutively pulling all-nighters to a delicious smell wafting around the dorm... bro devours it in seconds and looks at you expectantly for more...)

Reader doesn't play when it comes to feeding their bf good food... since Dottore never cared much about food as long as it sustained his body, whenever he shows interest in something (besides sweets) you hop on it immediately... secretly checking his expression, and making notes to make it homemade next time instead... you like seeing him research with a full stomach instead of hearing both his mouth and tummy grumble...