Escoffier Savarin Smith was sitting at a table in the kitchen of his celebrated restaurant, with white linen napkin tucked into his shirt front, having his customary pick-me-up after everyone had gone. In front of him were two full bottles of Krug, a great deal more than usual. When work began after breakfast, le patron was found sprawled forward across the table, head resting between empty bottles. He was, of course, extremely dead...