More celebrification of Thomas Keller. I don’t appreciate him as a de facto celebrity by virtue of his chefness. Nor do I swoon because he has not one but two three-Michelin-star restaurants (Per Se in NYC, The French Laundry in Yountville, CA). I became a stupid fangirl when I witnessed TK eating fried chicken sans shoes at ad hoc.
Since I am a classic Libra and appreciate balanced perspectives, I feel compelled to bring up this piece from Civil Eats on Keller’s strange ideas about what “local food” means for his establishments. Doh.
(photo of Vanity Fair spread from GrubStreet|NYMag.com)