Check out this rendering of me sitting on a tomato surrounded by some of my favorite pasta shapes. I have often had dreams like this but I am dying to meet the artist who knew this and brought my dreams to life. If he is a true genius there is a sausage and cheese filling in that ravioli.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Goldman Shacks
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Goldman Sachs,
Investigatory Journalism,
Shake Shack
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Honey, Get Out the Good Chinet, We Have Company
Some of you have wondered where I have been for the last several months. Some readers emailed asking if I was OK. Others submitted concerns that I may have eaten myself to death. While this would be my preferred way to go, I am alive and well. I was quite busy helping Michael White open Ai Fiori, his newest restaurant in the Setai Fifth Avenue hotel, which kept me from my blogging duties. But before you think I am all schmansy now, I still have not forgotten what "fine dining" means in most of the world, and here in particular in Grand Coulee, Washington.
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