Nothing fits better.
And reigning over it all is the overlord himself, Paul the First, the most gloriously baroque, dynamic, life-loving chef who ever lifted a pot or skewered a fowl. What you see is what you get, and his menu is as bright, optimistically, straightforward and free of pretence as the man himself. Bocuse is happy to admit that most of his dishes are nothing more than his variations on cooking that provincial wives and grannies have been doing for centuries. I first met Paul, he was still in the kitchen, personally cooking with his commis and sous-chefs . Isn't it sometimes a problem dealing with such a proliferation of prima donna talent, I wondered.