ub Hub' . It smelled of old grease and strong cof

ith a permanent scowl. "You think you're too good

Her reputation was destroyed. No other fine din

heat blasting from the flat-top grill. No refined techniques here. Just sp

rock

used a battered chef' s knife with a chipped handle.

watched a local food blogger rave on a small

inues to astound! Her latest creation, a fusion

n a concept Sarah had sketched in her old CI

ique with a particular spice. It was a specific method Sarah had been practicing, trying

h, sharp and clear th

sn't random. It was li

be some kind of mimic. Brittany could only advance if Sarah advanced. If

ed years of ingrained muscle memory, not just a superficial copy? What if Br

re fraudulent, the ones Brittany' s device only skimmed – they were her real strength

up!" Chef Ram

ed a pan. "

just her exile. It wa