Now that I was once again omnivorous, I wanted to watch a deer get turned into meat.
When you grow up eating alone, sometimes a terrible dinner is all you can ask for.
We may want to have a drink with our idols, but what’s the cost of toasting power?
Restaurant culture is cyclical and churning. It comes in waves, always spitting out something old and dragging up something new.
In the notoriously sexist and gossipy restaurant industry, “bosses” become “bitches” far too easily.
The more seriously people take bartending, the more it turns toward self-parody.
Or: You expect me to pay two dollars for a tomato?
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