From Craftaterian to Lambaterian

For about four years of my mid-20s, living in Las Vegas, I was a vegetarian, with two exceptions: Thanksgiving and Craftsteak. Thanksgiving is understandable–I have a weakness for my mother’s gravy, no matter how much the idea of body-part-meatjuice disgusts me on other, more rational days. Craftsteak, too, is understandable. This is Tom Colicchio’s restaurant, […]

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