Have you ever been to a food event? I mean the grown-up kind? The ones where you've paid a couple hundred bucks to get in, and everyone kind of looks like your mom, and you're wandering around with a glass of chardonnay in your hand, wondering whether there was a secret bat-signal commanding all the chefs to work in the media of plantains, romesco sauce and shrimp? Because the Gold Standard, the event with my name in it, isn't really like that at all.... More >>>