Sophie Brickman

"The steam that wafted forth was the pure essence of veal, the taste almost of maple and bourbon. Chicken soup may be Jewish penicillin; this was Italian penicillina, and I scraped the bowl clean."

Alan Tardi

"Once again, the contrasts of land and sea, hot and cold, seem a bit odd at first, but the rich melding of flavors, textures, and temperatures quickly erases any doubts."