The first time I drank a gin and tonic, a real gin and tonic, it was
three in the morning in an old converted castle in the tiny town of La
Alberca, outside Salamanca, Spain,
not more than 40 miles from the Portuguese border. It was the second
night of a trip with a group of well-known American chefs—Ming Tsai, Ken
Oringer, Chris Cosentino, among others—there on a fact-finding mission
concerning the world of jamón iberico. Leading this ragtag rabble was
José Andrés, king of Spanish food in the United States and a guy with an
appetite for life—for every bite and sip it has to offer—that rivals
the great Sun King Louis XIV.
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