I sat down with the Superior Cuisine chef today to discuss where I will do my internship after graduation. To be honest, I am only 50% sold on this internship idea. It’s great to have a Parisian restaurant on my resume, and learning in a real French kitchen is the best place to learn French cuisine. However, I am tired of Paris and I am really ready to go back to the US and start up my life again, whatever that means. With an internship, at least I have a plan through December. I have no plan for the US, as I continue to rely on other people (i.e. a boy) to act before I feel like I can. Whatever. I digress.

The meeting with the chef was not at all what I expected. Jamie had her meeting with the pastry chef yesterday and they had a ten-minute conversation about her future plans and goals for her internship before they even began discussing locations. My meeting was five minutes long: the chef looked at me and said, “Where do you want to go?” I started to describe my ideal place and he said, “Yeah, but where? Give me a name of a place.” So I did. Ever since my birthday dinner at Les Bouquinistes, I have thought about doing my “stage” there, specifically because the chef is a woman and she is very involved in the whole restaurant, not just the kitchen. These are two rare attributes in a French chef. The only problem is that I knew Brian was thinking about going there, too. They could have more than one, right? He had thought about other places as well, right? The chef wanted a name right then…so I gave it, feeling really guilty and slimy. He said that it was a good choice and that other students had gone there and had been very happy with their experiences. He has to call and see if they’d be willing to take me, which may take days. I hate waiting.