Every so often, in penning this column, I get to write words that I never thought I would see together in a sentence -- words so incongruous that there exists virtually no possibility of their being associated.
I have been writing about Wolfgang Puck and his restaurants since I first met the chef at Ma Maison in the late '70s, and I started commenting on Spago the night it opened, January 12, 1982, at its original location on Sunset.
Chef/entrepreneur Wolfgang Puck is one of those rare people who are never happy unless they have a score of projects simmering around them. But he seems to be outdoing himself this summer, with several major events on his schedule.
When I grabbed a plate of Matt's chicken, I was not expecting to taste the ultimate chicken of my life. I pulled Matt aside and asked: Where did these chickens come from? "They're jidori chickens," he told me.