I heard wistfulness in his voice, as if he too longed for a slug of the good stuff, as if a little brown whiskey was what awaited him, after quitting the white-on-white confines of Vongerichten-land.
I hate chain restaurants. Of course, I claim certain exceptions, just as a Californian devoted to a macrobiotic diet might make an exception for In-N-Out burgers.
I found the place that allowed me to merge my love of sawdust-on-the-floor bbq joints and gleaming-tile-and-stainless-steel smoked-and-pickled-fish emporiums.