I have to say, I've been looking forward to this one for awhile (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I love Hell's Kitchen, Masterchef, Kitchen Nightmares (Both UK and US), and Hotel Hell as well, so it's safe to say Gordon Ramsay is a god
Ramsay daddy 😩😩💦💦
k I'm sorry
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"I hope this is worth it..."
Three months ago, Defto blew all of his precious cart-pushing money on a reservation to Restaurant Gordon Ramsay, located on Royal Hospital Road in the UK. Known for being Gordon Ramsay's most famous restaurant, it had earned three Michelin stars, meaning that the food and service was among the best of the best.
Defto had reserved a seat three months in advance for himself. Half of his money was already blown flying from the states to the UK, and now the rest of it was going to be spent at the restaurant. Oh well, he thought. Anything for Chef Ramsay.
Defto walked inside of the restaurant and was met with a breathtaking sight. The decor was absolutely stunning, and his normally noseblind nostrils were met with a strong, delicious scent. He was lost in the beauty of it all.
"Sir? Sir!" a waitress said. Defto finally snapped out of his trance.
"Oh, yeah." he said. "I have a reservation for Nate (last name withheld)." The waitress looked through a computer, before she found his name.
"Ah, yes. Welcome to Restaurant Gordon Ramsay, Mr. (last name withheld). Let me show you to your seat." Defto followed her to his assigned seat. He sat down and looked through the menu.
"Let's see..." he began. "For a starter, I'll have the cornish brown crab, and for the main course, I'll have the Norfolk black leg. Finally, for dessert, I'll have the Manjari chocolate delice." The waitress wrote down Defto's order and walked away. Whilst waiting, he could faintly hear shouting in the background. It was hard to distinguish who the voice belonged to, as it was mostly drowned out by the sound of klinking of silverware. Overtime, Defto was served his starter, main course, and dessert. The portions were very small, yet every bite felt magical. Defto was finishing up his dessert when suddenly, the kitchen door flew open. A distraught looking chef came walked out.
"GET OUT! FUCKING DONKEY!" A voice from behind him yelled. Defto recognized that voice, but even if he didn't, he'd know exactly who it came from, as he came walking out of the kitchen as well. Defto's eyes widened in disbelief. It can't really be him, Defto thought. But it was really him. Chef Ramsay, in all of his glory.
"Useless sack of yankee dankee doodle shite." Gordon muttered under his breath. Defto wanted to greet Gordon and introduce himself, but he was far too shy to do so. Plus, Gordon appeared to be at his wit's end. Before he knew it, however, Gordon stormed back into the kitchen. Defto thought to himself, before he suddenly had an idea. He wrote a check to the restaurant to pay for his meal and left it next to his empty plate. When no one was looking, he snuck into the kitchen. There were various foods laid out, including a cut of steak.
"Huh, I thought the menu didn't have steak." Defto thought to himself.
"We don't serve fucking steaks!" Gordon suddenly yelled to another chef from the other side of the kitchen. "Fat idiot!" Defto smirked at his anger and began eating the steak. Upon taking his first bite, he bit into a piece of fat that wasn't removed from the steak.
"Eugh." Defto thought. "There's always that one piece of fat that hates me." While lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice Gordon walk up to him.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THE KITCHEN?" he yelled. Defto jumped at the sudden voice.
"I....no, I...uh, I-I can explain-" Defto stammered out nervously.
"Come with me." Gordon said angrily. "NOW." Gordon walked out of the kitchen and through the front door. Defto nervously followed him, until he turned into a back alley. Gordon aggressively pinned him against the wall.
"Alright, donkey." he said. "Tell me why you were in my kitchen." Gordon looked like he was on the verge of exploding.
"I...uhhh...." Defto mumbled. Little did he know, Gordon's physical aggressiveness caused him to blush.
"Why the fuck are you blushing?" Gordon said. Defto remained silent for a few moments, before reaching behind Gordon's head and pushing his face into his own. Upon contact, they immediately locked lips. Gordon was shocked, but for Defto, the feeling was incredible. After almost a minute, they pulled away, both gasping for breath.
"How was that?" Defto asked with a smile. Gordon's anger seemed to have subsided. Maybe he enjoyed it just as much as Defto did. But after a few moments, Gordon socked Defto in the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground with a broken, bloody nose.
"Fuckin' raw." Gordon said quietly, before walking back inside. Defto cared little about his broken nose. He let out a sigh of satisfaction over the events that had transpired.
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ramsay daddy
admittedly, I did kinda rush it at the end, I just wanted to get this chapter out
maybe if you liked this one, I'll do a part two 😏
up next: idk
