Every person had the same response when I told them I booked a table at Per Se: “How did you get a reservation?” They’re nearly unheard of; as the restaurant has only fifteen tables,...
From 2000 until 2003, my oldest friend Ben Mayer lived up the coast in San Francisco, allowing for more frequent, more gluttonous (five meals a day) and gastro-intestinally distressing visits. We switched off between...