Ups and downs in the morning pixels -- on the one hand:
Once again, here are some notable eaters who answered the question: If you jump on a plane right now, all expenses paid, where would you go eat? And once again, we’d loved to hear your dining fantasies.
“I love the Ballymaloe House on the West Coast of Ireland and the cooking school there. They have been doing sort of what Chez Panisse has been doing.* They are just obsessed with these people making little sausages out of this pig or that pig and collecting wonderful eggs and going to farmers markets and getting lobster from the lobstermen.
99 times out of 100, questions like this give a chef the chance to make some gesture at their gustatory range -- Eric Ripert praises his favorite dim sum place, Daniel Humm rhapsodizes about the frites at some Alsatian roadhouse, etc. Instead Alice gazes across the Atlantic, and finds a reflection of herself immensely pleasing. If they did not invent narcissism in Northern California, they sure perfected it.
In better news, Lost City, via Eater, reports the presence of hard boiled eggs on the bar at Keen's. I am persuaded that each hard boiled egg on a bar postpones the coming apocalypse by at least 90 seconds.
*Let's hope not exactly.