Cleaner Laundry
When friends extended an invitation to join them at The French Laundry, that hallowed ground of gastronomic excess, I was so thrilled I nearly did handsprings. Sure, visions of tripe and other offal danced in my head, but I’d never let a little thing like revulsion stop me from an opportunity to experience Thomas Keller’s realization of the American dream; the rags to riches restaurant now considered one of the best in the world. To do so would be like visiting... Read More
