La Gueule de Saturne. The restaurant was getting popular by the time you got back from your business trip, and you were fairly famished to say the least. And it was close by.

You step into the restaurant exactly an hour before closing time and wait to be seated. You order an appetizer and wait at your seat before feeling a pair of eyes linger on you. It’s the chef, Vincent Charbonneau. You’ve only seen him in newspapers. It’s not often he makes public appearances. Let alone in his bistro.