WOW. What a day. I saw almost every famous chef in the western hemisphere, stood next to Hung almost all day, saw lots of little girls dressed as various Diz princesses, saw Chef Mickey Mouse, heard John Besh call Hartmut Handke mean and angry looking, ate foie gras on brioche, had free champagne, was given a tin of foie gras (don't worry, Husband, I'm saving it), took 500 pictures, stood in the hot sun way longer than I would have liked, waiting for the shuttle back to the hotel (tomorrow I'm totally driving), and drank beer on the rocks. I met a man whose wife reads my website here in Orlando, and I heard an emcee misprounce Chef Sbraga's name so many times that finally the Philadelphia contingent screamed out "SBRAH - GUH!!"
Let's see, what else - oh! I paid $4 for a bottle of vitamin water so I wouldn't pass out, saw some of the most amazing food preparations I've ever seen, and did I mention took 500 pictures? I think my laptop memory is down to like 1GB. Might have to run out and purchase emergency external hard drive.
I promise more detailed reports later. I am headed to the Ravenous Pig right now for dinner. Here's to having some pork belly. Let's just see how many grams of fat I can consume in one day . . . oh well, that's what being a food writer is all about, right?
Here's a little teaser of my day. . .