He’s the chef

Best one of all

Never shares his recipes

Maybe it’s a good thing

I cook all day

On my own

I serve the customers

Whatever they desire

But never how they desire

They want spaghetti?

Alright

Here’s the ingredients:

Brain

Fingernails

Veins

Blood

I do not reveal my secrets

Only this once

My place is too popular to sue

People would never know

I look so kind

I make the meal look delicious

As it should

It’s a talent not many have

It’s my chef secret