I’m going over to Honolulu tomorrow morning because I’ve been invited to speak to a group of a dozen men who meet for lunch once a month to hear guest...
Three years ago, I was on Amtrak’s Train 19, the Crescent, traveling from Washington, D.C., to New Orleans. We were due to arrive there at 9:00 p.m., but that train...
First, let’s be clear that the opinions I share with you are based on just a few meals served under very different conditions. There are still just two people—the chef...