365 Wined and Dined, Then Grind

At precisely seven in the evening, Angela and Nina walked into the French restaurant where Gael made a reservation that included the best service from the Chef himself. As they were seated at a corner table with the best view of the Manhattan skyline, they were given a choice of dishes from a menu.

Before they arrived, Gael recommended Angela to try their Confit de Canard—the latter meaning "duck" in French. It was a dish that she didn't particularly like, but because he said it was one of the Chef's masterpieces, she decided to give it a try. Nina also ordered the same.

And oh my goodness…holy mother of all ducks! Gael was right. Whoever had the idea to cook the duck in its own fat was a genius. The duck was pan-seared with a side of duck fat-fried potatoes. She couldn't stop the praises. The dish was mind-blowing and mouth-orgasmic—she thought she cheated on Gael and even loved every second of it.

She licked her plate clean, and so did Nina.