[ You enter the Kitchen. And oh, does it smell heavenly. They’re in the middle of setting up some truly impressive chocolate sculptures, putting together trays of pastry swans, plating some very tiny but heartbreakingly beautiful dishes. Every prep station on each long stainless-steel countertop is meticulously kept, with its own set of colorful utensils, like a rainbow.

Strangely, even though all the surfaces are kept well-polished, you never quite see yourself in any of the surfaces… it’s like looking into a kaleidoscope, or at a you that’s just a little different. Maybe just a little better.

You may go North, or South. ]