I’ll never forget the first time I had risotto. I was wedged into the tiny kitchen in the back of Paley’s Place, trying to stay out of everyone’s way, smiling politely, but mostly awkwardly, at everyone who dashed past. It was my first “stage,” which in restaurant speak, means working interview. […]
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