My gratitude to Kennyz for organizing this dinner and exposing me to Bristol, which is as close as Chicago comes to Fergus Henderson's St Johns (London): eating from tail to snout. Chicken hearts that could break your heart. Beef marrow. Sweetbreads that weren't prepared like a corn dog. And $50/each for the four of us for about twelve different dishes and cocktails.
Toast, as every breakfaster knows, isn't really about the quality of the bread or how it's sliced or even the toaster. For man cannot live by toast alone. It's all about the butter. -- Adam Gopnik