Julien reminded me of this incredible Netflix docuseries on the world’s greatest chefs and I’m finally watching it. (If you’re only going to watch one, make it this one Peru’s Virgilio Martinez / as you know I went there once for ten minutes, so everything about Peru is DEEPLY MEANINGFUL TO ME.) Basically, upon viewing, you will never look at food the same way again. It’s food as art, food as anthropology, food as the opposite of a tater tot. But mostly, the chefs tend to forage and hunt for ingredients just outside their door, so the food ends up reflecting the landscape where the diner is eating, just like Burger King might taste like Parking Lot. Inspired by this, last night in a restaurant in West Hollywood, I found myself ordering Stripped Sea Bass from coastal Virginia, so that I might feel like I’m close to my parents. It tasted like the quiet as the sun sets. AND FISH. IT ALSO TASTED LIKE FISH.