For those who missed it, Westword restaurant critic Jason Sheehan wrote a series of insightful, sometimes scathing and invariably funny posts about the IACP conference. Maggie, Lisa and I hung out with him a lot. In fact, when restaurant owner Jesse Moreales couldn’t get hold of Gourmet contributor editor Barry Estabrook, I think that he ended up settling for us…
By the way, Jason writes about handing out galleys of his book, Cooking Dirty: A Story of Life, Sex, Love and Death in the Kitchen (MacMillian). I was one of the lucky ones who got a copy. It’s like a nice healthy dose of Jason, replete with attitude and the occasional dose of savage humor from a guy who can truly write. And drink. But that’s another story…
Here are links to Jason’s coverage in all its glory. In a disclosure moment, I should note that I’m name checked somewhere:
- Opening Night: Drunk and in possession of press credentials
Our intrepid reporter learns that food writers go out to eat when they arrive in town.
- Food Writers Are Good in Bed
Or, how he was mortified at the food writers forum (that I helped organize) though he quite liked Virginia Willis…
- What do Several Hundred Wet Food Writers Smell Like?
A report on the official opening night’s festivities
- Hunting the Most Dangerous Game of All: Man
A local restaurateur hunts down Barry Estabrook of Gourmet… and winds up with us.
- Chocolate Threesome
An up close and personal experience with crise de foie.
My favorite part? That Barry Estabrook comments on the story mentioning him, stating that he was “probably in the hotel bar.” Ha!