Saule

You and I, this place is in our blood, and we will both live and die here, in the kitchen of Le Saule Pleureur.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

In short, I never let on to Papa how difficult the transition was during those first few months, how I missed him and the rest of the family dearly, and how frustrated I was by the work during those early days at Le Saule Pleureur.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

For how else can anyone explain how the best customer of Le Saule Pleureur suddenly became both my landlord and my best client in Paris, as if a baton were being passed from one restaurant to another?

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

The dining room was full when Mallory arrived back at Le Saule Pleureur late that night.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

But the more I try and recall that moment when I first set eyes on Le Saule Pleureur, the more certain I am I also saw a white face looking darkly down at me from an attic window.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

The handwritten note, from Madame Mallory, was a formal welcome to Le Saule Pleureur and stated, in her old-fashioned penmanship, how much she looked forward to having me as a student in her kitchen.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

The bulk orders—a half dozen rabbits, perhaps, or fifty-kilo sacks of potatoes—were delivered by van to Le Saule Pleureur no later than nine thirty a.m.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

It must be made clear, once and for all, that when I am gone, Jean-Pierre will inherit Le Saule Pleureur.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

I can still recall that wondrous first glimpse of Le Saule Pleureur.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008

It was, I quickly realized, the back view of Le Saule Pleureur.

The Hundred-Foot Journey Richard C. Morais 2008