How Jimmy (of Jimmy's no. 43) learned just how crucial having a real chef was: at his former restaurant on 2nd Ave, he had a really talented kid running the kitchen. Unfortunately the talent was matched by a love of heroin, which in turn was matched by a love of carrying multiple knives on his person at all times. Even when driving, not so good when you get pulled over, then mouth off to the cop.
During the kid's incarceration, the same recipes came out tasting crappy to solidly mediocre. Just because somebody's addicted to magic dust*, doesn't mean you won't miss his magic touch.
*technically PCP, but who's counting. Besides people addicted to PCP of course.
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