I met Astrid on an autumn morning in Paris. We both had left behind traditional careers to embrace our dream of becoming chefs. And there we were, face to face. Love at first sight. Paris did its thing. Fate had placed on my path a treasure that would change my life forever: Astrid. Without hesitation, Astrid decided to leave everything to accompany the making of my dream in Peru. Our dream. Simple, genuine, deep, just like everyone else’s. In our case, a restaurant of our own.
That is how we arrived in Lima, one morning in October of 1993, determined to make it happen. But there were just a few small details to consider: my family was not waiting for us with a welcome committee with flowers and balloons. And it made sense. Their son had deceived them for years. They had been led to believe he would become a prominent politician, and Europe returned him as a humble cook. And the love of his life, whom they had not yet met, was carrying a beautiful girl in her womb, before we had even gotten a job, and, of course... Read more