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THE BEAR (2.07)
#*#the bear#the bear fx#the bear spoilers#the bear season 2#richie jerimovich#chef terry the bear#ebon moss bachrach#olivia colman#she was my fav guest star and this was one of my fav scenes of the whole show so far
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#not much #just Richie and Chef Terry peacefully peeling mushrooms to make your day/night a bit better
THE BEAR (2022 - ) | 2.07
#The Bear#the bear fx#the bear hulu#thebearedit#tvedit#tvgifs#smallscreensource#filmtvedit#filmtvcentral#cinemapix#cinematv#mine*#mygifs#tbmine#tv*#Richie Jerimovich#Chef Terry#I'm mourning the loss of quality on these gifs and also the coloring ohhh this was hard to color#anyway I still can't describe the sound I made when I saw her my favorite s2 cameo without a doubt
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*cardi b's voice* what was the reason!?!
#no seriously what does this scene mean why does it exist i cant stop thinking about it#the bear#the bear fx#the bear s2#the only thing i can think of is that each of the characters have a moment of connection one-on-one with another person#syd and her dad#tina and ebra#richie and chef terry (although richie has like ten thousand one-on-one tender moments dont even get me started)#carmy and claire ofc#but also carmy and mikey#or mikey and sugar#I CAN KEEP GOING#anyway#the thing is marcus by this point has already had his one-on-one moment with Eyebrow Chef#and there's obv some nice parallels between that scene and the richie-terry scene#but this scene is SO different from all the others#and when i mean all the others i mean ALL the other scenes. not just the one-on-ones#i cant think of another moment like this in the show not even s1#its so interesting and important to me idk#the only other thing that comes to mind#is in relation to that comment Eyebrow Chef makes about being Out There. that THAT'S what it's all about#and then boom marcus is faced with this random serious situation#christopher storer drop your location i just wanna talk real quick#my posts
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love story (taylor’s version) playing in the background as richie drives around chicago singing along… the scenes of him enjoying his time with the other ever staffs and gradually learning the trade and discovering his own enjoyment of doing what he does… his entire arc centering on how it’s never too late to start over… i fucking love you, cousin
#TEARS IN MY EYES#PLUS THE SCENE WITH CHEF TERRY#WHO’S PLAYED BY OLIVIA FUCKING COLMAN? HELLO#I FUCKIN LOVE U RICHIE#URE THE BEST COUSIN#the bear#the bear s2#the bear: forks#richie jerimovich
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Olivia Colman is Judy-Denching her way through tv series...
... and I love every minute of it!
#Olivia Colman#Heartstopper tv season 1#Staged 3#The Bear season 2#Sarah Nelson#Chef Terry#Michael Sheen#David Tennant#guest stars#my post
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PARALLELS: SYDNEY AND CHEF TERRY
Apparently Sydney and Chef Terry have a lot In common
They both work/worked with Carmy
They both had business
That grew too fast
Overwhelmed their finances
And crashed
Chef Terry went on to have a great restaurant after that
Sidney is trying to create one with Carmy
There's hope for Sydney's dream
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the way season 2 is like showing that everyone is actively healthier when they’re NOT at the beef/the bear. haven’t formed real thoughts yet but yikes 😔
#i think its about like.. the way a building holds trauma#like chef terry talking about how finding the building for her restaurant seemed to save her just as much as running it did#the outside vs the inside of a house#mikey didnt leave. he didnt heal he just took his hurt somewhere else kind of thing#and its not his fault!!! but the hurt and trauma live on beyond him and they have to get out#in the same way carm and nat and michelle had to#hm. also just makes it hard to root for them lol#i hate mutual self-destruction#the bear#its why i cant watch mythic quest
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thinking about the specific moments where the berzatto family falls in love with sydney (because of course they do, everyone does).
for richie, it takes the end of the beef and right up till the opening of the bear to happen. he is full of contempt and grief when he meets her and all he knows is that when he looks at her face he is afraid. he doesn’t like that feeling. richie is not a man who finds himself fearful a lot, but she is everything he is not and nothing that he is and he hates himself for it. if she is what it means to be passionate, then what is he? is he nothing but an empty shell of mikey, stuck on earth to shake his fist at passing clouds, because how dare they move and continue on like mikey was nothing to them, as if he wasn’t the very point that the earth revolved around? everyone is leaving him behind, and she is proudly leading the pack. it’s not right. but then— he gets it. he talks to garrett and jess and chef terry and he sees sydney in every corner of that restaurant. the fear slowly is replaced with respect as the week goes on and he realizes that just because she’s good doesn’t mean she’s out to get him. that’s the berzatto upbringing in him doing the talking, but it doesn’t have to, because shes a berzatto now, maybe not officially (not yet, but mark his words, she will be) but she is, and that’s not how she does things. so, he lets her lead them into the future to something good and different and better.
for sugar, it’s instant. she was born to a mother who is triggered by her very existence, and it has hurt her all her life. she is full of love and the one person she wants to give it to the most doesn’t want any part of it. she was born to give but is surrounded by those who are afraid to even take it, to reach out their hand and meet her in the middle. and if they cant take then they themselves have nothing to give, so she gets used to being the one who has to force feed her love down their throats, because if no one does, if no one shows them that they are worthy of good things, then they will crumble (“if i just talked to him more—” “no, nat—” “if i had just—” “it’s not your fault, honey. it’s never been.”). but when she meets sydney, it’s like looking into a mirror. she sees her bright eyes and soft smiles and careful but strong hands and instantly recognizes her for what she is: a giver. and sugars heart swells with even more love than she thought possible, because finally, she’s not alone— there is someone else there to slowly, albeit subconsciously, take care of her crumbling family, to show them that despite what their mother may have taught them, its okay to not be okay (she tries her best not to cry when syd asks her if shes okay, but she does. and syd doesnt grab her face or yell at her or call her stupid. she makes her a meal. and sugar cries some more).
for cicero, the love isn’t instant, and it’s not even entirely love. she is strong and she is assertive, but that also makes her naive and a very expensive risk. she makes him curious for what’s to come, intrigued by the way she doesn’t back down from carmy whose voice so often mimics the berzattos that came before him (“you’re better than this, kid.” “i don’t know what i am.” “whatever it is, it’s not this.”). she's self assured and knows her place in the establishment and is unafraid to let people know it. it’s a refreshing change of pace from mikey, who often resorted to intimidation to get his way, or carmy, who’s anxiety envelopes him and distracts him from what’s right there in front of him. but she is not them. she is focused and on track and is willing to put in the work to get what she wants. he doesn’t visit the bear often, only drops by once in a while to deliver bad news or to fulfill a favour or to just enjoy some good food, but when he does, she is always there, dedicated to ensuring that carmy and michaels, and now, her dream stays alive. she is good for his family, and he trusts her to keep the berzatto spirit alive.
for michelle, it’s quite simple. she always looked out for carmy, their little bear, so when she meets her it’s a family thanksgiving party at the bear and syd stumbles out of the kitchen, obviously frazzled and a little sweaty (“carmy, im not ready, i didn’t even change yet and the turk—” “don’t worry, tina will take care of it, you look great, they’ll love you, they just really wanted to meet you—”), but she’s smiling. she’s a little awkward when she introduces herself, and michelle finds herself endeared by her nervous ramble (“it’s, uh, really nice to meet you guys. sorry, i didn’t know that i was going to be pulled out of the kitchen so soon. uh, im sydney. yeah, i guess carmy already told you guys, huh? um. im sorry, how are you related to the family again? i mean, i dont want to offend but it’s just. uh. well, you guys are just very... normal?”) and she’ll laugh and look at stanley and the two of them will think to themselves, good job carmy, she’s a good one, before telling syd something dumb and nonsensical about a genetic mutation and richie interrupts to tell michelle it’s not a genetic mutation it’s called being boring and syd will laugh and michelle will too, truly happy that their little bear found someone normal, a breath of fresh air within the smoke of their family.
for donna, it’s weird. it’s tense. they don’t meet for a long time. they don’t meet at the bear when it first opens and not at the bear even when it has found it’s footing, but by chance. they are somewhere mundane (a grocery store, a park, or maybe just the street) and there is no other family member around when syd meets the berzatto matriarch. she only knows what donna looks like from photos at sugars house because carmys apartment is devoid of any actual sentiment (although that has begun to change since she made him get an actual dresser and he dedicated one of the drawers to her stuff). she calls out to her by her name, and donna turns around startled. she doesn’t recognize syd, of course, who introduces herself and informs her of who she is to the family. when donna smiles it’s not a real one, and syd knows this, but it doesn’t deter her. she tells donna that her kids love her (“even after everything, nat?” “she’s our mother. its all that we can do.”) and that her kids are great (“carmy, you are not broken.” “im a little broken.” “no, listen to me, the fact that you are still here, means something. its something.”) and that there will always be a table for her at the bear (“chef, someones calling in for a reso for 1 but we’re all full up… except for—“ “yo, dont finish that sentence. table 7 for ms. berzatto is an indefinite booking. is that understood?” “yes, chef”). donnas smile fades and her chest fills with anger but just as she’s about to explode in typical berzatto fashion syd interrupts her. she has faced the bear many a time before and has handled herself with grace and dignity everytime, so this is no different. she smiles brightly and thanks donna for listening to her and hopes she considers coming in, because she’d really like to cook for her. she looks like she needs a good meal. she deserves one. she turns and walks away. donnas stomach growls. that night, table 7 is occupied for the first time since the bear opened its doors.
and carmy? well, there isn’t an exact moment. its a culmination of awkward partnership (“i don’t want to be shitty.” “okay, then dont be.”) and flawless teamwork (“the menu needs—” “already on it, chef.”) and nights unwinding at the bar down the street (“of course you drink an old fashioned.” “what’s that supposed to mean?” “nothing, it’s just very… tortured-chef-from-the-slums-of-chicago of you”) and spontaneous phone calls just to hear the others voice (“why are you whispering?” “i… don’t know. my dads home. its a habit.” “you’re 27.” “and you’re white, you wouldn’t get it.”) till they’re just inseparable (“cousin, wheres carmy?” “with syd, duh.” “why'd i even ask?”). and then, sydney and carmen become something else. something tender and sweet and terrifying and beautiful all mixed together into… something. there’s no word for what they have. but it feels so right; to the guests who taste their food and recognize that the hands who put it together are full of love and care; to the staff at the bear who see the unspoken communication, the lingering touches, and their soft eyes that seem to always be on the other; to the berzatto family who notice that carmy looks a little brighter, and shakes a little less. yes, its love, but its so much more. it’s syd and carmy. it always has been, and always will be.
(“can i ask you something? something corny and lame and gross?” “always.” “when did you, like, know?” “know what?” “like, when did you know that you loved me? like, not as a chef or a friend, but as... y'know.” “that’s very middle school of you to ask.” “shut up, i did warn you.” “…” “so?” “its, uh, i don’t, i don’t know.” “well, that’s rude.” “no, i mean, i can’t say its one moment because... it was all of them. together. like, one moment you’re staging and then everything happened and, and, keeps happening but the next thing i knew you were there and you always were there and i just knew that i never wanted you to not be there.” “that’s…. really, really, disgusting, and frankly, a little unprofessional.” “oh, fuck off.” “no, like, i knew you were obsessed with me, but wow, that is a whole new other level.” “fuck you, get off of me, don’t touch me.” “no no no, please—” “i let you into my family—” “let me?” “into my restaurant—” “i think you mean OUR restaurant—” “only for you to humiliate me in my own bed? how dare you.” “…are you sulking?” “…” “…carmy?” “syd?” “me too.” “…heard, chef. now come back here.”)
(and it’s unspoken, but everyone knows that michael would’ve loved her too. i mean, she’s sydney fucking adamu, she conquered the bear. how could anyone not love her?)
#this is just a love letter to sydney adamu#because she is everything right with the world#she’s got that dawg (re: bear) in her#the bear#the bear fx#the bear hulu#sydney adamu#ayo edibiri#carmen berzatto#jeremy allen white#richie jerimovich#natalie berzatto#cicero the bear#cousin michelle the bear#donna berzatto#michael berzatto#sydcarmy#sydney x carmy#carmy x sydney
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Just noticed in 'Forks' when Chef Terry is talking to Richie, she says she learned the most about her dad from his pocket notebooks with memories, including the food he'd tried. We don't explicitly hear what her father wrote to sign off each entry, but I'm pretty sure it was 'Every second counts'. It's clear how important this is as a philosophy, not just for Richie, but Carmy as well. We see it all around the Bear kitchen, on the calendars, and when Marcus gets the sign at the end, it becomes a permanent fixture.
The pocket notebooks reminded me of Sydney's notebook, and how she's taking notes all the time about food. The cola-braised beef idea that came to her before she slept, all her notes while she was on the food tour, her notes while Carmy's cooking, and her pocketbook that Carmy found.
We know that Carmy has had a positive experience under Terry; we see it in the way he talks about her restaurant and the fact that he sent Richie to her kitchen and Marcus to Luca's (since Luca has been mentored by Terry as well, it's clear that he thinks of Terry as a very positive influence). Terry may or may not have told him the story of her father's pocket notebooks, but Carmy's discovery of Syd's abilities to capture small moments and note down new ideas probably showed him Terry's philosophy again. At a time when he was feeling hopeless without Syd, he remembered how powerful Terry's 'Every second counts' is. And he sees it in Syd.
I feel like he has a renewed respect for Syd and her ability to positively influence her environment, just like Terry, because of this connection. They both see people. They value the little things. They are calm and organized. They don't judge. Every second counts, but only because there is so much beauty in every second. And Carmy understands the value of this positivity, and he realizes how important Syd is, not just for the kitchen as a chef, but to uplift everyone around him. He sees her notebook in S1E8, right before he gets the wrong delivery and freaks out and sets everything on fire. But as soon as he tries to calm down, goes out with Mikey's letter, and comes back down to reality, the first thing he does is remember how great Syd is. He remembers everything he can learn from her, why he needs her. And that's why he texts her first.
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something something....the bear being about the trauma you pick up from your family your job your history literally anything...the bear also being about the grace the inspiration you pick up from your family your job your history literally anything...chef terry took a phrase from her father and now it lives in carmy lives in luca lives in syd and marcus and richie, mikey couldn't find a healthy way to cope with his fear of failure but he told his brother to "let it rip" and now every single person who will ever step foot in the bear's kitchen will see "every second counts" "let it rip" thereby keeping alive bits of terry's father and carmy's brother. syd taking inspiration from a book given to her by her dad...the passing on of knowledge from chef to chef, the family recipes, marcus infusing his desserts with parts of their shared history...
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so my darling | sydney adamu x the restaurateur (unnamed male oc) | oneshot
summary: sydney falls in love with a restauranteur (one played by pedro pascal). song title inspired by so my darling by rachel chinouriri.
warnings: swearing, unnamed ocs, talking about sex, use of she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, two original characters (the restaurateur & the pastry chef), the pastry chef is the mc from make my heart surrender, wong kar-wai films, ambiguous ending
wc: 4.8k
a/n: ok, so i'm not entirely back, but this photo of pedro pascal and ayo edebiri at the sag awards quite literally haunted me and made me write something about it. also i've really missed all of you. and i've missed these characters. and i miss this world. this oneshot feels really different to me than a lot of the things i've written for the bear and there isn't much inclusion of the other characters because i really, really wanted to write from sydney's perspective. it's limited storytelling in the way that it's mostly her experience of being charmed by the restaurateur but i had a lot of fun with this and i hope you enjoy. fic inspired by the pic below:
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Sydney doesn’t expect to win, yet her name is called out anyway, followed by the phrases: “James Beard Rising Star Award” and “the winner is.”
Most of the night is a blur. Somewhere between winning the biggest award of her career to accepting congratulations from the best chefs in the world, Sydney’s still trying to gather her bearings. It’s not until Carmy’s girlfriend, the woman who picked up her life and moved to Chicago to be with her exec chef, tugs at her arm.
Sydney doesn’t mean to completely reduce the woman to just Carmy’s girlfriend.
She’s also become many other things: the head pastry chef at The Bear, a colleague, and most importantly, a best friend.
“Hey, Syd! Carm wants to introduce you to someone,” she says, before giving Sydney a chance to politely excuse herself from the previous conversation she’d found herself in.
As The Pastry Chef leads her away from her present company, Sydney follows with a soft smile, half expecting it to be yet another celebrity chef—someone in Carmy’s network that reminds her why she began working at the Bear when The Bear was The Beef.
What she doesn’t expect is to meet him, her breath hitching in her throat as she and her best friend who’s dragged her over here, find themselves standing across from Carmy and an unfamiliar man.
“I see a congratulations is in order,” the man greets her, tipping his half-empty glass of champagne in her direction with a smile so charming she has to do a double take.
“To this year’s newest Rising Star chef.”
He’s handsome, sure—but that’s not what catches her eye.
The first thing Sydney notices about the man is his soft, dark curls—much cleaner than the unruly ones that belong to her head chef. He wears thick-rimmed rectangular glasses and has a perfectly groomed mustache that surprisingly works for him. It’s not usually her kind of thing, is all. In a white button down, perfectly tucked into his pristine black trousers, it's somehow still black tie with a touch of rebelliousness for forgoing a tie and a proper suit jacket.
He can’t be much older than Richie, she thinks to herself. What? Ten… maybe fifteen years older than herself?
Reality comes back to her, as she realizes that she hasn’t said a word, wondering just how long she’s spent caught up in her own head over the handsome stranger.
“Oh uh, yeah. Thanks,” Sydney replies with a smile and a nod, snapping back to her senses.
“Syd, this is… probably one of the few mentors I’ve had in my career. Well, him and Terry, ‘course,” Carmy begins to introduce, shyly. He’s not used to the one doing the introductions. “From Malibu.”
“Fairest Creatures,” the man clarifies with a hearty chuckle, citing the name of the restaurant they worked at together. “Way, waaaaaaay back in the day.”
Right.
The restaurant that put Carmy on the map, winning himself the same award that year that Sydney’s won tonight.
That’s when it clicks for her.
An old mentor of Carmy’s.
Not Terry.
And no, not that one—not the asshole from New York—to put it nicely.
The Restaurateur from California.
“No, I-. Yeah! I’m a big fan of your work, yeah,” Sydney scrambles to say, a glimmer of recognition in her eyes as she reaches out to shake his hand.
“Carmy was one of my early boys—look at him now. The student has far surpassed the teacher,” the chef adds, implying he’s mentored plenty of then-up-and-coming chefs back in the day.
“Oh thanks, but uh. Nah, I don’t know about that,” Carmy mutters, quick to brush off the older chef’s compliment.
Sydney can feel The Pastry Chef nudge her playfully, letting out a chuckle in response. The two exchange glances as Sydney follows her gaze from Carmy to his mentor.
“Oh they’re just being modest. Don’t think I’ve ever met two humbler chefs than these two,” the pastry chef adds with a playful eye roll, shooting her lover a look that doesn’t go unnoticed. “Which… if you ask me, is practically unheard of in this industry so… I consider us lucky, Syd.”
Sydney lets out a small, nervous laugh in agreement, before raising her own champagne glass to her lips as she finds herself, suddenly, parched.
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She sees him again, weeks later, when the pomp and circumstance of winning a James Beard award has almost died down. She’d been quick to assume that, like many other chefs that weekend, he’d only been in town for the award ceremony, but as Sydney listens to the man tell Carmy that he’s moved to Chicago for “the foreseeable future,” she wonders why she never asked in the first place.
The Restaurateur had come in to say hello, for a meal, and Carmy had quickly declared that it would be on the house—eager to feed the best mentor he ever had in his California fine dining days.
“Yeah, I’ll be steppin’ in for Cuadros… when he goes on paternity leave… and we’re talking about expanding—what that could look like. Well, you know how it goes, Carm. Right now I’m just hangin’ out, helping out where I can between the two restaurants he’s got now,” he explains to Carmy with a nonchalance, as if he’s not a restaurateur whose reputation precedes himself.
“Ah, man. That’s cool. Well, you let us know if you need anything. I’ll give you mine and uh… Syd, you cool if I give him your number too?” Carmy asks, catching Sydney off guard.
“What do you-, I mean-?” Sydney begins to ask, unable to hide her surprise.
“Since he’s new to the restaurant scene here in Chicago. Can help each other out, you know?” Carmy returns, a hopeful look in his eyes.
“Yeah, I guess I-. Sure,” Sydney nods, forcing a small smile in an attempt to shake the ‘deer-in-headlights’ look she’s sure her face has involuntarily contorted itself into.
She watches her head chef carefully, as Carmy continues to interact with the restaurateur in a way that she’s never seen before. She’s never seen him this eager to try to impress someone—hell, sometimes she wonders if Carmen thrives on pretending like he doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks—so it’s sends her head spinning as she tries to reckon with this newly-revealed side of her business partner.
“That means a lot. Thank you–the both of you,” The Restaurateur replies, genuinely, bringing her back into the conversation.
“Sure,” Sydney manages to get out, still caught up in her head—exploring this new side of Carmy she has yet to see. “Anything for a friend of Carmy’s.”
“I’m at Amaru most of the time these days,” the restaurateur continues, his eyes shifting from Carmy then back to Sydney as he adds one last thing.
“You should stop by sometime.”
*
They exchange a few texts here and there, but it’s all business.
Who’s your preferred vendor for kitchen towels?
You guys see success with extended weekend hours?
Thoughts on being open on Monday?
“He likes you,” The Pastry Chef insists one day, in between lunch and dinner service. Sydney quickly shoves her phone back into her apron pocket, as if she’s a kid again—one who’s gotten caught texting in class.
“What? He does not! I-. This is-, it’s not-, we are two professionals… talking shop,” Sydney dismisses, because it’s easier to push those thoughts aside than to entertain them.
“Syd. He could be texting Carm but he’s texting you,” the her friend continues, completely and utterly unconvinced. Sydney finds herself on the receiving end that says, ‘cut the bullshit’ as The Pastry Chef continues.
“Even if it is… just about work, I think it says something that he’s texting you, Syd. I mean, do you know how long it took me and Carmy to-.”
“Okay, but not all of us are you and Carmy!” Sydney interjects, letting out an uncomfortable laugh as a means to break the tension.
Off her look, her friend just chuckles with a shake of her head, reminded of a time that she too could live this far in denial.
“If you say so,” The Pastry Chef resigns herself, accepting that she won’t make much progress on this one today.
She waits a beat, focused on cleaning up her station as Syd unconsciously checks her phone to see if there’s a notification from a certain someone yet.
“When are we going? To his restaurant, I mean,” The Pastry Chef speaks up again with a quirked eyebrow.
Could she really have noticed that? Syd wonders.
This time, Sydney only groans in response with a mumbled, “Fuck off. I am sick of you,” earning a bigger laugh this time from her pastry chef friend.
But the conversation seems to be the push she needs. It only takes a week or so longer for their days off to align, and Sydney’s the one bringing up the idea: that they should do a happy hour at Amaru to “show support” (and nothing else — really, no ulterior motives at all).
The Pastry Chef is more than enthusiastic about the idea, easily suggesting that they make it a girls’ night.
Which is how Sydney finds herself here, seated between her two biggest cheerleaders, Sugar one side of her, and her pastry-chef-colleague-turned best friend, at the bar of the Pan-Latin American neighborhood spot. She’s sure that Sugar was recruited for said girls’ night, in an attempt to get a second opinion on whether the handsome, older restaurateur is or is not in fact, into her.
She doesn’t hate the idea of it, for the record, but she wonders if they’re reading this all wrong—hesitant to get her hopes up.
But after the first plate—a gift from the kitchen—and the aperitif sent their way, both on the house, Sydney can only assume that The Restaurateur has something to do with it.
Of course, it’s easy to chalk it up to good hospitality. After all, hadn’t they done the same when he visited The Bear, a few things on the house Carmy insisted they send out? Isn’t it customary?
Sydney thinks back to how easily Carmy had given her number to the older chef, eager to extend as much support as possible to his previous mentor as he transitioned into the Chicago market.
But he wasn’t texting Carmy all that much. Just her.
She tries not to brush off yet another excuse: because she’s the CDC, not Carmy; because maybe he thinks Carmy, as the exec chef, doesn’t have the time when she does. Syd thinks she could go on and on like this, and instead, for a split second, she allows herself to think that maybe, just maybe, it’s because her friends aren’t all that wrong about this.
“You’ll have to forgive me. I wanted to come say hello earlier, but. Well, you know how it goes,” The Restaurateur says, earning the attention of all three women. While he acknowledges both of her friends warmly, he makes sure to he’s look at Sydney as he concludes with:
“I’m glad you came.”
“Oh, yeah. Thank you for everything. Seriously. Everything’s been amazing,” Sydney answers, wondering why it suddenly feels five degrees warmer inside of the restaurant.
Sugar snickers and the knowing look shared between her and The Pastry Chef doesn’t go unnoticed.
She just might have to kill her best friends later for this.
The Restaurateur smiles, and with a polite nod of his head, mutters a ‘thank you’ before her friends chime in with compliments, kudos, and their own respective ‘thank yous’ for the superb hospitality. Syd listens as he picks The Pastry Chef’s brain on their newest dessert addition, while Sugar enjoys what feels like a well-deserved second margarita. As The Restaurateur explains the most recent dishes he’s added to the menu since taking over as CDC, she notices that somehow, his focus and attention always seem to return to her.
He can’t visit for long, The Restaurateur apologizes—it is a busy night of service—and before she knows it, he bids his goodbyes before disappearing to the back of the house for the rest of the evening.
“Well he definitely likes you,” The Pastry Chef declares, as soon as he’s out of earshot.
“Oh. So obvious,” Sugar adds with a knowing smirk as the two exchange the exact same glance from earlier
“I’m gonna kill you guys,” Sydney mutters, her head hanging low as she feels a heat rush to her cheeks. She can’t make eye contact with either of them—not right now—or she might just burst into flames.
“Well, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you! That’s for sure,” Sugar clarifies, earning a nod of agreement from The Pastry Chef.
“See! This is what I’ve been telling her since… shit, since he came to The Bear a few weeks ago!” the pastry chef exclaims, sharing another looking with Sugar. “I think he likes you and I think you like him.”
Sydney opens her mouth to say something, but instead, just lets out an exasperated sigh, earning another round of giggles and exclamations of ‘I knew it!’ from her best friends.
They don’t stay for much longer, knowing they’re all due back at the restaurant in the morning. The three women say their goodbyes before parting ways, and as Sydney sits on the train, on the way home with her phone on do not disturb, she notices a few notifications waiting to be read.
A text from Carmy about the prep list.
The pics from tonight waiting for her to open in the group message labeled: Girlies.
And then, from the Restaurateur…
Thanks for bringing friends! It was great to see you.
There’s a familiar heat that warms her cheeks as her fingers race to reply:
Thank you for everything. The meal was incredible.
She waits before adding:
I’m glad we stopped by.
And almost instantly, there’s a reply:
Come back any time. :) With or without friends.
*
Come back any time. With or without friends.
The words linger in her head over the next few days. She lets them settle in, tossing them back and forth in her mind, while holding what feels like a fragile kind of excitement in her hands that’s somehow seemed to have buried itself deep inside of her.
So he is flirting with you, she thinks to herself, coming to the conclusion that her friends were perhaps right about The Restaurateur.
She doesn’t want to completely misread the situation, but she’s not sure how else she should interpret it either.
It takes Sydney two more weeks to work up the courage to go back to Amaru on her day off that week. Part of her wonders whether it’s been too long—if she’s missed her chance—and part of her knows that in the business they’re in, the days blur together, and two days become two weeks, become two months, and that he probably hasn’t even noticed that’s been that long. Her and The Restaurateur are both on Kitchen Standard Time, right? She’s not sure what takes over her, but she’s somehow mustered up the cajones (she can practically hear Tina’s voice in her head as she hypes herself up) to show up, this time, without friends.
Her risk does not go unrewarded, when he comes out to say hello. This time, he’s not alone, introducing her to his soon-to-be-business partner, Chef Cuadros, the owner of Amaru and his other venture, Bloom. They exchange pleasantries and congratulations (you know, over the huge fucking deal of an award she’s just recently won) before he pats The Restaurteur on the back, excusing himself back to the kitchen.
The Restaurateur chuckles, noting how much he’s looking forward to joining Cuadros’ restaurant group.
“Rodolfo’s a great guy,” The Restaurateur sighs, contently.
“Yeah, he seems great,” Sydney agrees, almost just to be polite.
“Yeah. Really leads by example. Rare to find that in this industry,” he chuckles, before changing the subject.
“Speaking of. Cuadros is closing up tonight which means I’m off, starting now.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. You wanna get a drink?”
She doesn’t even have to think about it.
“Yeah. I uh-, I’m in.”
*
“It’s devastating!” The Restaurateur declares, the passion evident as the words escape his lips.
“I mean, the transitions are a little choppy. And even they can’t take away the fact that: It. Absolutely. Without a doubt. 100% ruined my life,” Sydney wholeheartedly agrees, completely captivated this conversation—one that she finds incredibly sexy.
“I cry. Every single time,” the man that sits across from her says, a dopey smile plastered to his face and a heat to his cheeks from the second whiskey on the rocks he’s nursing.
“Every single time!” Sydney emphasizes, just to drive the point home.
“Because, well-, I mean, they just can’t catch a break! Always just a moment too late. It’s like… well, it’s like they’re never supposed to end up together in the first place,” The Restaurateur clarifies, in reference to what about the film is so goddamn devastating.
Syd nods with a sigh, examining the idea in her head cautiously, knowing that he’s right—even if she doesn’t want him to be.
A beat.
She leans in, the corners of her lips beginning to turn up into a smile.
“Have you seen Chungking Express?” she asks, because she’s ready to start this whole thing over again.
“Have I seen-? Are you-, of course I’ve seen Chungking Express,” the Restaurateur answers, building on their shared excitement about finding common ground outside of the kitchen. “I love Wong Kar-Wai so much I even put myself through My Blueberry Nights.”
“Okay, chill. It’s not a competition,” Sydney jokes, earning a full bellied laugh from The Restaurateur.
“You’re funny,” he states, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles back at her.
Her heart skips a beat, her breath caught in her throat.
The way he says it is genuine. It’s real. It feels… more earnest—more intimate than what should exist between two colleagues.
Then again, she didn’t exactly say ‘yes’ to drinks thinking it was just as colleagues.
“I-,” Sydney hesitates, scrambling to find the right words when it feels like so many of them could burst out of her at any minute.
Instead she settles on, “Thanks,” feeling more like Carmy than she’s ever felt in her life.
There it is again—that flutter in her belly.
This man is most definitely flirting with her, a thought that only mildly causes her to panic.
The moment feels almost too tender for either of them. Sydney shifts nervously in her seat while The Restaurateur takes another sip of his whiskey, before clearing his throat.
“I uh. I should probably get going. It’s uh… yeah. It’s getting late,” Sydney says, finding the words to excuse herself.
She’s not sure what she wants out of this—it’s maybe why she takes the out in the first place, thinking it may be best to end the evening here. Tonight was… more than she expected it to be, and she’s torn between wanting to stay and wanting to flee the great state of Illinois.
Better pause while we’re ahead, Sydney thinks.
“Yeah, no, of course,” The Restaurateur agrees, easily, before insisting that he pick up the tab.
“No, I-, I couldn’t let you-,” Sydney begins to argue.
“Please,” he insists, his tone once again rendering her once again at a loss for words. “You’ve been more than helpful to us over at Amaru since the minute I got here. This is on me.”
*
Syd spends the next few days going back and forth over whether or not it—whatever the hell the other night was—would be a good idea. She eventually concludes that she can’t stay away—from the high, from the way he made her feel when he insisted on paying the bill (a moment she’s replayed in her head over and over again), from him. She doesn’t tell anyone: not Nat, not The Pastry Chef, and certainly, not Carmy.
She sends the text before she can chicken out one Saturday night, as she finishes closing up.
Heading to Green Door Tavern for a night cap.
He puts her out of her misery, quick to respond as always, almost as if he was expecting her to (or waiting for her to, which, she decides is a little too much of wishful thinking).
I was just thinking about you! Just rewatched 2046 the other night. Want some company?
Yeah.
Let me close up. I’ll let you know when I’m on the way :)
The smiley face.
The fucking smiley face.
She discovers that the same dopey smile finds its way across his lips as soon as he enters the bar. The two of them quickly find themselves in yet another deep conversation about foreign films over, for him, a whiskey on the rocks, and for her, a tequila soda. There’s that same buzzing in the air between the two of them—chemistry, one might call it—as they move from Wong Kar-Wait to Jean-Pierre Jeunet with an ease that feels good to her.
Really good, actually.
So good that as soon as Sydney realizes it’s getting late, she doesn’t run in the other direction. She’s not sure what she’s expecting, but she thinks this time, she could stay. This time, she could talk to him till the sun came up, allowing herself to get lost in his soft brown eyes she finds more comforting than she should. It’s not till he brings it up that she notices again that:
“It’s getting late.”
“Oh shit. Yeah,” Sydney agrees, reluctantly, because she doesn’t want this night to end. Before she can say anything else, her body moves to get up, just half an hour away from last call.
The Restaurateur stops her, reaching out a hand that feels warm against hers as she pauses, her eyes locked with his.
“I hope it’s not uh, well, I hope it’s not inappropriate of me,” he begins, clearing his throat as he pauses.
“No, I-, I don’t want the night to-, you know… I lost track of time too and I-,” she stammers through, unsure of what she wants to say.
He smiles warmly, his hand moving to grab hers, as if, in spite of the fact that she can barely get the words out, he understands exactly what she’s trying to say.
“You can say ‘no,’” he prefaces with, a sure nod as his gaze returns to hers.
“Can I take you home?”
And the only response that makes sense to her is the biggest, most enthusiastic:
“Yes.”
*
Maybe it’s just a one time thing.
Okay, a three-time thing, considering it happened that night, then two more times after the sun came up.
But to Sydney’s surprise (and delight) he texts her later that day, and the one (three) time thing becomes a one to three times a week kind of thing (schedules permitting, of course).
They fall into a rhythm—and she likes this rhythm—they cook, work at their separate restaurants, and then she lets him fuck her into his mattress like they didn’t just work their own respective twelve-hours shifts.
The Pastry Chef lets out a laugh, noticing that it’s the third day in a row that Syd’s come in having ‘not gotten enough sleep’ yet still glowing.
“How’s the sex?” she smirks, shooting Sydney a look.
In return, Syd rolls her eyes, like she isn’t getting laid on the regular, her best friend waiting patiently for a proper answer.
She checks over both shoulders to ensure no one else is listening before lowering her voice.
“It’s the best sex of my life.”
*
She finally moves into her own apartment a month later.
Of course, it’s a decision she’s made on her own volition and has nothing to do with the hot Restaurateur who seems like he might have some kind of staying power—the same one that’s giving her the big bang of orgasms, but that’s besides the point.
No, it most certainly has nothing to do with that.
With Chef Cuadros officially out on paternity leave, The Restaurateur somehow still manages to find the time to help her move in between running two restaurants while developing the concept for a third.
It’s the first night he spends the night and they sleep—just sleep—since she started seeing him, though they christen the place in the morning.
“We’ve been talking about a full nixtamalization program. For the new spot,” The Restaurateur explains over breakfast tacos one morning—ones he made for her in her new apartment because, of course, they had to christen the place in more ways than one.
“Shit. That’d be dope,” Sydney replies, as they continue to bounce ideas back and forth. “Do you think you could pull it off in that small of a space?”
“I’m so glad you asked!” The Restaurateur grins, before going into a near-monologue about the handful of creative solutions he’s come up with, eager to soundboard a few ideas off of her.
But Sydney finds herself a little distracted.
It’s not that she’s not listening… but she’s got something else on the tip of her tongue that she’s been holding back. The Restaurateur is in the middle of breaking down the logistics, contemplating whether or not they could pull off what he’s labeled, Idea B, when Sydney finally musters up the courage to blurt out:
“I want to cook something for you. Like not in a restaurant, or anything. I mean. Here. I want to cook something for you here.”
“Yeah?”
A beat.
“Yeah, I mean. It doesn’t have to be like-, I don’t know, this big thing or anything. But. You’re always cooking for me,” she explains, unsure of why she feels so nervous as she continues. “I kinda want to return the favor.”
He only smiles.
“Then it’s a date.”
*
It started as the best sex of her life, but it’s as if he’s carved out a place in her life without her noticing, seamlessly woven himself into her life, and she, his, in a way that she can’t imagine what it was like before.
It simultaneously excites her and makes her feel uneasy.
Fuck.
She doesn’t really even know what she should call ‘it’ anyway.
They haven’t really talked about it—haven’t given it a label—but with shifts at The Bear for her, running two restaurants for him, and fleeting nights spent at each others’ places before it was time to do it all over again, it’s not like they’ve had the time.
She finds herself in late Fall, almost Winter, all dressed with a newly-done silk press at yet another James Beard fundraiser. Her coat was checked in long ago as she bares her shoulders in the near-off the shoulder, gingham-printed dress, with The Restaurateur by her side. He wears thick-framed glasses, his white-collared shirt unbuttoned low enough that she’s more than ready to head back to her place to undo the rest.
It practically gives her deja vu—the two finding themselves in an all-too-familiar place—as they stand across from Carmy and The Pastry Chef, sipping on their fancy champagne and making small talk to the best of anyone’s ability.
“Hope you guys don’t mind. Can we get a few pictures?” the event photographer asks as he approaches, noting that a picture of this year’s Rising Star award recipient is a must on his shot list.
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sydney replies, a kindness in her voice even through her discomfort.
It’s not lost on her that Carmy’s more than relieved that he doesn’t have to be in the spotlight anymore, eager to step out of the way.
She poses for a few photos solo before both Carmy and The Pastry Chef are encouraged to join in, taking a few more shots with her.
“And then can we get one of the two of you?” the photographer asks, this time gesturing towards The Restaurateur.
Sydney opens her mouth to protest, to let him off the hook, because what would that mean? Before she can say anything, The Restaurateur has happily agreed, wrapping an arm around her, his hand on the small of her back.
She exchanges a look with him, something that says, ‘are you sure?’
He only nods in response, a supportive smile and a softness in his eyes that puts her at ease as if to say, ‘of course.’
Instinctively, she reaches for him, his right hand landing softly against his midsection. She feels the warmth of his palm as his hand slides up, landing somewhere above her wrist, making another point of contact.
Well, now they certainly look like a couple.
“Great! That’s great, you two,” the photographer grins after taking a few more shots, his eyes fixed to the screen on his DSLR as he plays back the last few photos. “Thanks so much.”
What could this mean?
What could this be?
She doesn’t have all the answers.
Not yet, at least.
But she’ll take a wild guess—one that fills her with a certainty that she can feel in her bones.
Because tonight, he stood proudly by her side—his hands all over her as if she were his, in a photo she’s sure will make it out of Adobe Photoshop—meaning maybe, just maybe, The Restaurateur could be here to stay.
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justin and trent
please im so tired of seeing fluffy ship art of them THEY DO NOT LIKE EACH OTHER
justin literally got him eliminated i cant imagine they had a good relationship after action
"one time justin threw a tambourine at me and that kinda hurt >:|"
THE GUITAR SNATCH AND GLARE IN CELEBRITY MANHUNT
you know they had the nastiest most jawdropping arguments in the recording room during drama brothers recording sessions
uhh yeah they hate each other they should get to fight to the death as a treat
Alejandro and duncan
they're perfect
Scax
is this a rivalry? idk
Dave vs Leonard
IT'S ME! I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU! NOW PICK UP THE PIG!
Lindsay vs Courtney
it was brief but it was enjoyable
Izzy and Justin
They're sooo funny, especially cause they're exes
Julia vs Priya
I don’t actually think this is the best one I’m just putting it here because we need more reboot characters in this bracket
Whatever Lindsay and Beth had with Heather after Island
you go girls
Geoff and Trent
hockey bros vs birds
why do they get beat up by birds so frequently
Dawn and Scott
Ok sure they lasted for two scenes but THEY COULD'VE BEEN SUCH GOOD RIVALS MAN
Julia vs Every Other TD '23 Blonde
Nominating this because I think it's funny
Julia and Caleb
I don’t actually gaf about them but i like when julia hit him with a frying pan or something
the roti writers and gen 2 female characters
they did them so dirty :(
bowie vs straight people
he's seen enough
chris vs blaineley
divorced enemies sweep
lightning vs cameron
it was ooc but it kinda slayed
Chris and Sierra
The New York episode. Please Chris should've been a hater the whole season and Sierra wouldn't notice it would be funny. See my vision
Ezekiel Vs Death
I just know Death keeps snapping those bony fingers any time Ezekiel escapes death
Emma and Julia
white on white violence
Terry and Chref
We saw that tweet
Mal and Julia
Mal plays the game really well and Julia's getting insecure. But I have faith Julia will triumph
Marmaduke and Garfield
I love tti
Me vs Blaineley
We are currently fighting over who gets 2 date Kelly (I'm winning)
larry v chef
chef’s gotta defend his man what can I say
Everyone (- Priya) Vs Caleb
He literally has no friends.
priya's personality versus the writers
season 2. need I say more?
Heather Vs Blaineley
I cannot tell you how funny it is that Blaineley turned up to the TD jumbo jet and chose violence against a girl half her age
Ezekiel and Chris
demolish that monster zeke
Sky vs Dave
He tried to kill her I think this counts as a rivalry at least a little bit
Damien vs Millie
Yeah! The finish line!
Duncney
toxic yaoi
Noah anf Harold
autism on autism violence and we love that
do alejandro and noah count,,, if not im voting leshawna and heather
brainrot says so
jasmine and shawn
just being a hater here, they were much more tolerable (but still crappy) when she hated him over them being a couple
dramarama ella and dramarama max
why couldnt this be their dynamic in the canon show
Damien & Julia
WE WERE ROBBED OF THEM!!!!
MK vs the bear
They literally fought in a duel together
Geoff/Bridgette and blaineley
Ma'am that's a child. Leave him by
Mal Vs Duncan
They suck I hope they get in so they're elimination fodder so someone else can go forward easily.
alejandro puppet and heather
1984
Wayne and me
I hate you little white boy! Get a job
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i’m thinking so hard about the bear right now
cause s1 was about carmy trying not to let anyone down when it came to the beef he wanted to keep it running as a way to honor mikey
this is literally said in the pilot episode when he says he’s going to fix things and sugar tells him now one is asking him to …
then season two he doesn’t want to let sydney down he wants to get this restaurant off the ground and is helping out the crew gain new skills to be their best selves for the new spot
marcus to copenhagen ebra and tina to culinary school richie to stage and meet chef terry even fak using his skills around the place
mostly in the end he remembers that he is doing it for sydney too it was his apology for being shitty before and then he starts fucking up again (conversation in episode 8)
so i’m just wondering where he is going to fuck up in season three
is he going to let anybody down ?
it’s inevitable in some way i think cause we end up disappointing people sometimes and he is certainly not perfect and messes up a lot
i just really wonder what the thing that will drive him to do better basically achieve the success of how he was before at noma french laundry eleven madison park especially given what he was thinking out loud while stuck inside that fridge
i think it’s all going to be more internal he’s going to drive himself up the wall trying to be that person again it’s going to bring back mikey and how he tried to impress him
this time as the executive chef a title he didn’t have before comparing himself to the best ec’s he had trying his best
i hope for his mental health going to more al-anon maybe start therapy
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Some of my The Bear notes and aspirations because why not.
Richie's "redemption" arc is too over hyped and that man still has a lot of work to do.🙄🙄🙄
Sydney will not get sick in the name of Jesus Christ AMEN!!!😤😤😤 (But could you imagine the drama of it all!!??? Carmy freaking out and him and Sydney having their breakdowns together!!??? THE ACTING, THE DRAMA!!!!🤧🤧🤧👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾)
Neil is not annoying. He's actually really sweet, maybe a bit naive but all around good guy.💖
MORE SWEEPS, ANGEL AND MANNY!!!!😤✨
I actually want Carmy to quit the food industry and give The Bear to Sydney and Nat. She is VERY capable of getting a star without him. He can maybe help with bookeeping and the business aspect but Sydney really is ✨everything else✨
Low-key want Claire to come back so that Carmy can properly dump her.🤫🤭
Someone twitted that Carmy should give Sydney a tattoo tour...YES!!!!!!!!!!😍😍😍
I don't think we'll get a Carmy and Sydney restaurant hopping episode, but I would like them to go to a special function, like maybe chef Terri getting honoured with an award and they have to dress fancy and do a little slow dance.🤭🤭🤭🤭🤫
I want a BIG Sydney and Carmy fight. Preferably on the 1st episode of season 3. Set the tone for the season, get The Bear out the comedy category because WHAT. (I know it's in the comedy category because it's a 30 minute show I know)
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