Poor Tom. He’s so desperate for good food and company that he went back to The Red Hen again the next day. I couldn’t resist another TB post but am I the only one who thinks the photo of the chocolate appears disturbingly similar to that of the sausage. Are you sure that was dessert, Tom?
“Weren’t you in here yesterday?”
The place was empty at the tail end of lunchtime. I sat at the kitchen counter and watched a virgin sausage-maker get his pork legs; browsed the chef’s copy of …

Editor’s Note: This is a guest post from my younger brother. He lives in New York and runs operations for a brand of women’s shoes called Miz Mooz.

I can’t recall a time in my life when I didn’t love a good sandwich. As a toddler I had a fickle palate and to this day my cousin Cary reminds me how I would tote along a freshly made peanut butter sandwich to our local Chinese restaurant. When my family would chow down on Lo Mein and Kung Pao, I would …