It’s not every day you stand on the lawn outside your local library and next to you, dressed casually in a pastel collared shirt and beige slacks, is Hubert Keller, James Beard Foundation winner and chef extraordinaire. He’s laughing about a joke you couldn’t hear. What does Hubert find so funny?
“Unless you want me to pour the wine into your hands, you’ll probably need a glass.” The man speaking was tall, though not uncommonly so, with light gray hair slicked back in one fell swoop from his forehead. He wore a red polo shirt, khaki pants and while his eyes were
[Photo Credit: PencilBoxPhoto.com] It started, as most good stories do, on a Monday. The day was clear and bright (or so, in my recollection of this memory I’d like to think), and there I was, walking my dog along a particular stretch of pavement by my local Balboa Peninsula supermarket. In my ears,