"The Restaurant"... shhhh

There is all kind of restaurants. There are good restaurants and great restaurants, recommended restaurants, gourmet restaurants, the restaurant downtown, uptown, and across town. They serve home cooked meals, delicacies, things from the sea, things from far away lands, and special entrées you cannot pronounce. They use secret recipes flavored with spices and herbs you’ve never heard of. They pair meals with hand-selected vinos and deserts come with tiny little silver spoons. 

I have been to all of these places. Yet there is one that stands apart. A place where you have to know someone who knows someone to even get the address. A place that doesn’t accept reservations.

The chef is so famous and recognized that he can hardly leave the united states without someone asking for his autograph. Yes, he shaves his legs, although in some countries they would call it “buzzing”. Yes, I personally saw this chef shove a Coors Lite up a chicken’s ass. That’s no joke. This guy WILL be cooking for the next President, of some small country.

I could tell you where to go… but then I’d have to kill you. All I can offer you is the proof. TREE