I was in a restaurant last night, waiting in the corridor to make a quick visit to the conveniences once they became free. As I stood there I saw various waiters and bar staff coming and going through the door marked Staff Only.
I then spied a gentleman in a chef's hat stroll out of the same door and down the corridor where I was waiting - possibly he was going out the back for a cigarette break.
I'd really enjoyed the meal I'd just eaten, and thought that now was as good a time as any to pass on my compliments.
I've just had a really nice meal - it was lovely, very good food, thank you! I said, or words along similar lines.
Yes, it was me that cooked that food, he said, with an air about him as though he was imparting some insight or nuance that I hadn't actually picked up on.