Last year, there was an Esquire-sponsored event at Mercat la Planxa. Mariani was there to say a few words, and in his opening statement he said something to the effect that it is, indeed, a glorious age we live in, when great food can be found anywhere, even in places like Chicago.
This event was sponsored by Knob Creek, and I admit to having a beverage before Mariani started talkiing, but when he made that gracious concession to the possibility of discovering decent chow somewhere other than in NYC, I emitted an involuntary though highly audible snort (a blend of bullfrog and raging bull) that turned the heads of some fifty people around me.
And yet, despite stares from many including Mariani himself, I remained unabashed and felt fully justified in my autonomic response to such flummery.
(Has any one posted his list of requirements for the restaurants that serve him? I'd love to see that, purely for the purposes of fueling hilarity).
"Don't you ever underestimate the power of a female." Bootsy Collins