It's probably a slight mistranslation so I don't mean any offense but, I'm finding"entry-level restaurant" hilarious.

Imagine Alexander, who after years of hard work and dedication to his craft finally moves on to a professional level restaurant. On the way in he sees an overconfident novice kitted out in the newest gear, silk napkin smoldering at his side. Escaping from singed mustache hairs a rasp can be heard, "Don't eat the fire... Don't eat... The fire."

"Poor guy never stood a chance, came here having never even seen a flambe?? I've trained for this, I've got this, I might not have the best gear but those forks and knives become a part of me when it's time to dine".

Alexander reassures him self, attempting to squelch the nerves steaming from his soul.

His teeth grit, hands clench, breath ceases for just a moment upon hearing the words.

"Do you have a reservation?"

Suddenly the seriousness of the situation struck Alexander, then with a cool confident sigh he knew he would succeed. No plate, bowl, or flaming pan would stop him.