There is something almost universally human about the belief that food used to be better. Ask anyone who grew up in America during the 1970s about burgers, and watch their eyes go soft. They will tell you about the specific smell, the char, the way the bun soaked up just the right amount of grease. …
There’s something almost poetic about knowing too much. Walk into any restaurant as a regular guest and the menu looks like a beautiful promise. Walk in as someone who has spent years managing one, and you start reading between the lines. I think most diners would be surprised, maybe even a little unsettled, to discover …

























