Hung out at Noble Rot, the restaurant above the city and their kick ass rooftop garden, which was totally amazing, as was the weather. Chef and owner of not only the restaurant but the best rock star name ever, Leather Storrs, gave me a tour. Then he picked our lunch from the roof, got to cooking and I fought writer Lynne Curry for the spoils of our labor. Or rather of his. But whatever.
farm to table