The Gastronomic Critic.

Francois is a very well know culinary critic on a professional visit in a very busy brasserie. Promptly recognized by the manager as he enters the restaurant.

He is seated at the best table and received top notch service. He orders asparagus à la flamande and get served. Two minutes later he calls the manager to complain. He sends back the plate to the kitchen stating it smells like curry. Probably a lack of washing, he says.

The chef is in the rush and is not having any of this shit. Furiously, he makes another plate after double washing just to make sure.

A few minutes later the critic calls the manager. The plate taste like estragon and wish his plate to be redone.

At this point even the manager can't take it anymore and after fake baffled excuses he rushes in the kitchen. Brigitte is at the washing machine waiting for the next cycle to finish. The man asks Brigitte for her panties and after a brief explanation, she gives him her tong. He rubs it on a fresh plate and asks the chef for the asparagus. He serves it to François with giant smirk on his face.

A few minutes later the gastronome calls for the manager. With fumes coming out of his ears and nose he walks to the foody expert's table and asks loudly: WHAT AGAIN

François: Oh nothing, I was just wondering if Brigitte works here?