Chapter 29 – It Tastes Bad. Is This the Best of the Empire?
Evergarden.
The best restaurant in the empire, highly praised by Roy Fabre, a famous gourmet.
This is one of the most delicious restaurants that not only the empire’s influential nobles but also nobles and guests from other overseas kingdoms visit at least once.
Their special menu, Wyvern Steak, was so delicious that I dare say it was excellent.
What Evergarden is famous for is not only the quality of the food they serve, but also the location overlooking the night view of Oscar, the proud capital of the empire, and the perfect service that Evergarden is proud of.
Evergarden’s service, which even past emperors were satisfied with, was the pride and pride of Brad, the owner and manager who runs Evergarden.
That hasn’t changed even now.
In fact, all the nobles who visited Evergarden gave it high praise.
The best restaurant in the empire.
Convenience stores appeared, and their popularity decreased slightly, but Evergarden was still the best in the empire.
I’m sure it will.
Brad, who had grown a stylish white beard, hurriedly found the VIP seats when the maid called.
Brad walked as fast as possible without compromising his dignity and found the maid struggling in front of the VIP.
“What’s going on?”
“Well, the VIP asked me to call the manager.”
“Did I make a mistake?”
“Well, that’s not it. They are dissatisfied that the service is provided by a maid rather than the owner-manager.”
“I get it. “I will handle it.”
A strict customer who came back after a long time.
What kind of noble are you?
Usually, the VIP who comes without contact is likely to be the Marquis of Vlahod, Count Pollion, or a member of the royal family.
‘It’s my fault that I can’t check such a simple thing.’
I thought I knew everything about the VIPs’ schedules, but I missed it.
It’s okay.
He is the owner manager of Evergarden who can resolve all customer complaints. General manager.
Since he has always had the reputation of being the best in the empire, he will be able to overcome this mistake.
Brad, who had even trimmed his beard, approached the VIP without a single thing out of place.
“Sorry. If I had known the VIP was coming, I should have gone out myself…”
“The service here is terrible. Contrary to the rumors.”
“Ki, Kim Do-jin… ?”
“Long time no see. Manager.”
“Why are you… ?”
Kim Do-jin.
A commoner who was personally selected by the crown prince as the VIP of Evergarden due to his ties to the imperial family and his past achievements during the prince’s rebellion.
One of the few commoners who can enter Evergarden even though he is not a noble.
Evergarden is not something you can come here simply because you have a lot of money.
Only those who had not only money but also appropriate honor could have the honor of visiting Evergarden and having a meal.
Either he is a nobleman, or he has raised his honor enough to be recognized by them.
Kim Do-jin was one of them.
However.
Even though he was given an Evergarden pass by the crown prince, he never visited this place.
Why is Kim Do-jin suddenly like that?
Brad’s head turned quickly. As the owner and manager of Ever Garden, he was quick to assess the situation and provide appropriate service.
Is there a reason for him to come?
Perhaps to meet a certain noble lady?
If not, is it a precious promise?
I don’t know.
Brad also had almost no information about Kim Do-jin.
There was no information about his likes, dislikes, taste in food or social circle.
Why is this man glaring at himself with a very unhappy face?
Brad couldn’t figure it out.
“Why are you… “Isn’t that what the manager of Evergarden would say?”
“Sorry. Please forgive my negligence. “I couldn’t anticipate the VIP’s visit.”
“That’s it. Now that we are in the right class, let’s place our order.”
“Here’s the menu…”
“Then, please make Evergarden’s pride, meat stew.”
“You mean meat stew? “Do you need anything else?”
“Meat stew is fine. “It’s not like we ran out of ingredients, right?”
“No. “I will colonize you.”
I don’t know why he visited alone, but if he came, their mission is to provide the best service.
He seemed strict, but his only order was meat stew.
Brad served meat stew in front of Dojin.
A meat stew cooked well so that the meat is plump and melts in your mouth. It was one of Evergarden’s representative menus.
Although it doesn’t cost as much as a wyvern steak, nobles who liked it used to order only this.
Among them, the most impressive guest is Sylvia.
She was also one of the guests who liked this meat stew.
Kim Do-jin suddenly appears. The claim is so excessive that it feels intentional.
No way.
‘Is it because of Sylvia?’
Brad recalled what happened just an hour ago.
Sylvia Pollion.
He was once a nobleman and a promising wizard.
As the main culprit of the great fire at the Imperial Palace Academy, she was kicked out of the academy and stripped of her title as a noblewoman.
Nevertheless, I visited their restaurant once a month.
Brad had her as his guest until last month.
However, Brad, who saw the complaints from her guests who were displeased with her visit as she was no longer noble, and her increasingly worn-out dress, kicked Sylvia out an hour ago and announced that he would not accept her as his guest.
It was the owner manager’s decision for the honor of Evergarden.
Sylvia’s situation is unfortunate, but it wasn’t something they thought about.
Because we couldn’t lose the title of the best restaurant in the empire just because there were more complaints from nobles.
But that’s why I came here.
‘Was he a man who cared for his employees that much?’
But there was no time to think for long.
Regardless of the intention, Dojin is the man who came to their restaurant.
Since he came as a guest, I had to serve him with the best service.
“It is a meat stew made with vegetables grown in the Irvonne region in the south of the empire and cold bull breeds produced in the eastern pastures.”
“Really?”
He picked up the fork.
Dojin said after taking a bite of the steaming meat.
“It doesn’t taste good.”
It was tasteless.
It was a sincere feeling without a single lie.
It was not enough to satisfy me, who was accustomed to the tastes of modern society.
The taste that immediately comes to mind is Pyeongyang Naengmyeon.
It tasted bland, like Pyeongyang naengmyeon without any seasoning.
Will you remember it in two years?
It may be the most delicious food in the world.
That’s probably why Sylvia liked it so much.
But it’s not just because of the taste.
What Evergarden symbolizes.
It must have been a taste that made her think again about her hobbies when she was still an aristocrat, and that she had pride in them.
“It tasted like this.”
My mouth was bitter.
She dressed up in her dress and came here on payday to eat this.
“What are you lacking?”
Brad, the manager, asked cautiously.
Everything.
The taste is terrible, and the service is also terrible. It is the worst experience that leaves you feeling depressed.
“I think I said it didn’t taste good.”
“Sorry. Other food…”
“I do not need. “I think it will be the same no matter what I bring.”
“…”
Brad shut her mouth.
It is said that Evergarden is the best service. I guess I’ll have to cancel it?
If even this truth cannot be satisfied.
They didn’t show even a part of the truth about the convenience store, and it’s like this.
It’s disappointing.
“Why did you block Sylvia from entering?”
“Other customers were uncomfortable with Sylvia’s entry.”
“Do you think that’s an excuse?”
“Because she is not noble. From our perspective, we had to adapt to the needs of other customers.”
“Is she saying that anyone who is not a noble is not even her guest?”
“That is the principle of Evergarden.”
“Then why am I a VIP?”
“That’s because His Majesty the Crown Prince…” …”
“That’s an interesting standard. Silvia, who was a noble, cannot do this, but she cannot, and I, an ordinary commoner, let alone a noble, can.”
“No matter how much the Crown Prince selects the VIP, it is difficult to re-enter someone who has been banned once…”
“Is this the nameless nobleman greater than the Crown Prince?”
Brad’s face crumpled.
If you say yes, it’s her insult to the imperial family, and if you say no, you’ll have to bring her back, so she can’t give you any answer.
“The imperial throne fell to the ground these days? Seeing as there is no easy answer to this question. I love the Imperial Palace Knights to death. “If I knew that there was a person here who despised the imperial family.”
“That is not my intention. Your Majesty the Crown Prince, this is off-topic…”
“Are you saying that His Majesty the Crown Prince has nothing to do with what is currently happening in the empire? That’s fun. “The crime of treason is added to the crime of humiliating the imperial family.”
The guy’s face became gray.
“Ah, no matter how much you say that, our principles are…”
“I didn’t come here to change your principles.”
Anyway, I didn’t come to lift Sylvia’s ban.
If she came to Evergarden to reminisce about her happy past, all you have to do is make her so happy that she doesn’t remember her past.
A meat stew like this?
Although it is a high-class dish, it is a difficult dish to make, but something similar existed in our world as well.
Even if it is not professional, it is possible if you add the power of modern science.
They say just one shot of MSG will get you hooked.
“I have no intention of ever coming back to a restaurant like this that discriminates based on social status.”
If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t know.
If I knew, I wouldn’t send it again.
You can’t let the same hurt happen twice.
“I came here with the intention of screwing you over.”
I tried to hold back since it was the same service job.
It would be a different story if our employee had been hit first.
“How can I get my manager to kick me out?”
You guys should get scolded.
I slammed down on the table.
Kwaang!
The table was split into two pieces by a light punch.
“Isn’t the table too weak? I need to use a harder material. Bring a new table. Food as well.”
If you mess up, why not add treason?
***
“Welcome.”
Sylvia, who was invited to Do-jin’s house, saw Do-jin waiting at the entrance wearing her suit.
“What is this?”
“I told you. “I will make dinner for you today.”
“Why do you wear a suit that doesn’t suit you?” …”
“Precious food should have an appropriate dress code.”
I smiled and opened the door.
Let’s open the door.
“Welcome. “Silvia.”
Elena, wearing her maid uniform, bowed her head and greeted her.
“Huh?”
“DG Garden treats its guests to the best.”
The chandelier hung in the living room sparkled and shined.
