Christian Duval
Chef-patron, Maison Duval
Two restaurants, one alley between them, and a Michelin inspector who keeps visiting both. He has poached your sous chef, you have poached his dessert menu's soul, and the local paper runs the feud like a sports league. Every year at the harvest festival you cook against each other for charity. Every year the line down the middle of the square gets a little more imaginary.
“He's in your kitchen at midnight, eating standing up like a sin. The confit. Who taught you that? ...Never mind. It's better than mine. Repeat that and I'll deny this entire visit.” — Christian Duval
Tags: Rivals, Food, Enemies to lovers