Self destruction of the bad-The true horror stories in Paris part 31

My full profile, if it was ever disclosed, would reveal all sorts of minority groups starting with my gender and race. Throughout my life, I have been harassed on many levels, but I lacked the stomach and power to carry out revenge.  This was a blessing in disguise because retribution eventually manifested itself which inspired me to share on this blog.  I quote many others before me that ‘True horror is hidden within man’.

EPISODE 31

One year after the colossally loud all-night howling and stomping party, I stood before the restaurant from Hell that was suspended.  It had been both long and short 12 months. 

After I conceded my defeat and went out of the picture, the restaurant staff lost their common enemy (me) to unite them.  The rift must have appeared between Miss GRATITUDE and Mr. SINCERE that he stopped coming to the restaurant.  The group he led was also never to return.  The dark cloud was lifted from the building.  So what if they initially jeered at my defeat?  It was well worth it to be rid of them. 

As for Miss GRATITUDE, everything went her way that she stopped being grateful for what she had been given.   She was fortunate enough to have found a good chef that could actually cook and a diligent floor manager.  I know this because my architect who was to help me insulate my apartment professionally, asked the floor manager JOHN to see the restaurant kitchen so she could plan effectively.  JOHN kindly obliged and he and I started to exchange greetings since then.  The new chef was Japanese so I felt obliged to taste his food.  It was delicious.  Thus it would have gone fine had Miss GRATITUDE had the patience to wait.  

However, her restaurant was not happening soon enough for her.  This was because JOHN and the Japanese chef had to fight the phantom of Mme. HEART.  Hardly anyone from the neighborhood would come to dine because the bad reputation was hard to erase.   However, Miss GRATITUDE must have not given JOHN and the Japanese chef, enough credit, or appreciated their efforts because they both quit after six months.   A French chef that followed was good but paled in comparison with the Japanese chef who was excellent.  

It was all downhill from there.  Miss GRATITUDE forced her staff to work long hours non-stop for which she had no license.  It was hard to imagine she would pay them the legal rate.  Suspension of the restaurant by the authority is usually triggered by Whistle-blowing, my lawyer informed me.  Thus less than one year from being on top of the world, Miss GRATITUDE had to put her restaurant on the market at a significantly reduced price.  Far from being the support to which she can fall back on, the restaurant from Hell landed her in red.  Miss GRATITUDE could not possibly blame me because I let her have everything she demanded.   One year after the colossally loud all-night howling and stomping party, I stood before the restaurant from Hell that was suspended.  It had been both long and short 12 months. 

After I conceded my defeat and went out of the picture, the restaurant staff lost their common enemy (me) to unite them.  The rift must have appeared between Miss GRATITUDE and Mr. SINCERE that he stopped coming to the restaurant.  The group he led was also never to return.  The dark cloud was lifted from the building.  So what if they initially jeered at my defeat?  It was well worth it to be rid of them. 

As for Miss GRATITUDE, everything went her way that she stopped being grateful for what she had been given.   She was fortunate enough to have found a good chef that could actually cook and a diligent floor manager.  I know this because my architect who was to help me insulate my apartment professionally, asked the floor manager to see the restaurant kitchen so she could plan effectively.  The floor manager JOHN kindly obliged and he and I started to exchange greetings since then.  The new chef was Japanese so I felt obliged to taste his food.  It was delicious.  Thus it would have gone fine had Miss GRATITUDE had the patience to wait.  

However, her restaurant was not happening soon enough for her.  This was because JOHN and the Japanese chef had to fight the phantom of Mme. HEART.  Hardly anyone from the neighborhood would come to dine because the bad reputation was hard to erase.   However, Miss GRATITUDE must have not given them, JOHN and the Japanese chef, enough credit, or appreciated their efforts.  They both quit after six months.   A French chef that followed was good but paled in comparison with the Japanese chef who was excellent.  

It was all downhill from there.  Those long hours Miss GRATITUDE forced her staff to work were illegal.   Suspension of the restaurant by the authority is usually triggered by Whistle-blowing, my lawyer informed me.  Thus less than one year from being on top of the world, Miss GRATITUDE had to put her restaurant on the market at a significantly reduced price.  Far from being the rock that she can fall back on in the time of need, the restaurant from Hell landed her in red.  Miss GRATITUDE could not possibly blame me because I let her have everything she demanded.  But in the end, it was the universe who demonstrated a much positive way to execute retribution and it concerns that Japanese chef. 
Mirror that reflects your soul

I feared that he might become as menacing as the former Asian chef who deliberately turned on the ventilator even when he was not cooking AFTER he found out that I suffered from the poor insulation of the restaurant from Hell.  However, this Japanese chef was different.  After learning of my plight, he would set the ventilator low and would close all the kitchen doors so the noise would not spread unnecessarily.  I was touched.  I became his regular client which was not in my interest because my contribution to the restaurant would sustain it.  But I enjoyed feeling amicable so much I became a happy fool.  As I do with all my friends, I even started wishing happiness for the Japanese chef. 

Then it happened.  Japanese chef was discovered by a sponsor and would open his own restaurant in Paris.  When he quit the restaurant from Hell, JOHN, the only compassionate floor manager Miss GRATITUDE ever had also left.  Probably because JOHN was friends with the Japanese chef.  In hindsight, it killed the budding chance for the restaurant from Hell to turn good.  Had the Japanese chef stayed, it would have eventually prospered because the new restaurant in Montmartre run by the Japanese chef is doing well.  

I am not saying that my good wish for him brought his good luck, but the good wish kept dark thoughts away from me.  I was able to live feeling positive until the universe worked the true retribution.  Technically, the Japanese chef was on the side of my opponent, but wishing happiness for your opponent may be the best way to be rid of your opponent.  Retaliation or revenge would have darkened my thoughts and hindered my growth.  Thus, the motto of my blog and graphic novel, Man plot revenge, while retribution is the will of the universe. 

Here is the address of the Japanese chef.  I recommend his meat dishes.

Sarté Restaurant, 15 rue Andre del Sarte, 75018 Paris.

Back to our restaurant from Hell.  It was to close for several more months.  I would eventually have to deal with the new buyer and Mr. PRIDE who still insisted on tormenting me with the noisy appliances in his commercial kitchen.  But for now, peace at last…or so it should have been.