The New Yorker tells the moving story of a 15 year old boy who longs to be a professional chef and secures an unpaid job at Aureole chopping things and making sure nothing's burning. Then he meets a girl and quits. Maybe it's something in the LA water, but I smell a teen movie blockbuster! "American Pie" meets "Mostly Martha"! Get me Kutcher's agentthis is hot! [Ed.Alright. I'm not really considering it. But I'm sure someone within a 20 mile radius of me is.]
A comer [New Yorker]