"Right, yeah, from the internet, yeah." He put his cigarette out in the little flower pot of sand next to the door and shook Nikolai's hand. The name went past him- Jones was a common enough surname and he'd mainly been listening for names of staff at the time and only a couple of the waitstaff had been mentioned. "Kevin Blackthorn, chef de cuisine. Appreciate the help." As long as it is help and not just fumbling around playing Top Chef. "So, what do you have experience with exactly? You're from the Mexican place, yes?"