Love Letters.

this morning I came to breakfast and chef is wearing a red chefs coat. Hmm. Not seen one of those before, I comment on it and he tells me he is the Red Baron ! 

 Snoopy and the Red Baron. 

Snoopy and the Red Baron. 

 MY pizza 

MY pizza 

A few nights ago I come to dinner and find that the chef has made this special pizza for me. No meat, no onion and no garlic. Super. I was stoked, loved it so much I took a photo, and I ate most of it too. The pastry was really light and flaky, plenty of variety in the toppings and a nice tasty blend of cheeses on top, and it was all for me! I'm thrilled and tell him so. He then tells me that his pizza is like a love letter. 

Well if you have read and enjoyed "Like Water for Chocolate" you'll know exactly what he means.  

 Tonight I came to dinner wearing my red cape, a perfect photo opportunity. 

Tonight I came to dinner wearing my red cape, a perfect photo opportunity. 

the hotel kitchen is huge and has many chefs. Red Baron is the head chef and from Germany, there is Frederique from France, he wears a white chefs jacket with his name embroidered on it,  another pleasant young chef from Czech, in a black chefs jacket, who often finds a piece of fruit for me.  The kitchen hand is young and fit and probably the National Mountain Bike Champion, and then there is Adam washing dishes, he's a solicitor from the Maldives, and of course my fave, Che Guevara is in the kitchen too.