So, I was working at the restaurant yesterday, and these two Dartmouth ’07s ended up sitting at the kitchen table, which is right by my station. We barely recognized each other but recognize we did. Apparently there was a rumor in college that I was a porn star. It’s pretty much the only job I haven’t done, except that one time.
Some mornings I wake up dreaming about Istanbul. Then I listen to this song. I think about this, this and this. That’s pretty much the only time it gets hard to go to work on a Sunday and work 16 hours.
To elevate a food culture, you need to honor your artisans, craftsmen and farmers.
Here is an article from the WSJ. Though I’m taken aback by some of the analogies (Mehmet Gurs / Ferran Adria) or the lack of respect for artisans in the brief note on ”cheese from crappy huts”, it’s nevertheless an interesting article. I think to elevate a food culture, you need to elevate your artisans, craftsmen and farmers rather than building holding companies that stretch your attention across multiple companies. It just doesn’t sound convincing, having said that I do admit that I’m not as knowledgeable about what’s going on in Istanbul as I should be. What do others think?