There’s a place near my house called Stone Barns, which used to be the Rockefeller’s summer house. It’s a nice restaurant.

I visited a favorite restaurant last week, a place that, alas, I hadn't been to in months. The waiter remembered that I don't like cilantro. Unasked, she brought it up. Incredible. This was uncalled for, unnecessary and totally delightful.

One of my favorite restaurants is a little Mexican place in Utah called El Chubasco