The summer between my freshman and sophomore year of college I went to live with my grandfather for the summer. To help take care of him, and to keep me out of trouble. My grandmother had unexpectedly passed away the year before, and he had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and was beginning to go downhill. Me in my youthful naivete and he in his optimistic denial, didn’t realize it would be our last summer together. Read More
But even these days when I find a place that looks promising, the actual food leaves me wanting. No offense but the love just isn’t there. And if you don’t have some pride, affection, and yes, love for what you’re cooking, it shows. Add the inherent problems, the economics, of successfully staffing and operating an independent family style diner in this day and age and it only gets harder. Cracker Barrel doesn’t count. Read More
We pulled out of the farm gates with a case of cider, and two bottles of Calvados. Driving back to Paris in the evening dusk we reminisced about the day. The rows of white crosses, the pastures stretching down to the sea, all so peaceful now. The warmth of the Norman people. And speeding through apple orchards and dairy farms, an appreciation of what many had sacrificed to bring us here. Read More
Actually, walked away and straight into an ambulance. It all comes back and I remember going down on the expressway, surrounded by cars on all sides doing sixty miles per hour, exiting, merging. As I hit the pavement and slid down the road all my thoughts were focused on not getting hit by a car. Read More
I remember a canvas pup tent pitched in the backyard. And listening to a transistor radio most of the night with my friend David, piping in rock and roll from some AM station in Chicago. After we had reached what we judged to be the goal of staying up all night, we were back inside the house in bed a little after midnight. The ground was hard and it had begun to rain. Read More
To me, at the time, it was a little like meeting Elvis. I was a bit starstruck. And surprised. The lights were all off in the restaurant and I had thought nobody was home. I told Mr Vergos my story – cross country road trip, my own restaurant, how much I admired his food. Read More
These memories came back to me recently when, over college break, we all came together for dinner and watched Terrence Malick’s excellent Badlands, from 1973. And then another night I couldn’t believe nobody had seen Clint Eastwood’s Unforgiven, 1992 Best Picture winner, and maybe the greatest Western of all time. Read More
Around here, there’s always something that needs to be done, but usually nothing that needs to be done right now. A person can put it off a day or two, take their time, think about it a little more. Just my style really. Read More