M.F.K. Fisher's Last Meal (2008)
In An Alphabet for Gourmets, Ms. Fisher intones that "most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak. What is more, they need a steak." And a steak is what Mary Frances shall have. The cudgel-size rib-eye at Landmarc is her cut, singed to a perfect "rare" on the hearth at the end of the downstairs barroom, chased with a cut-rate bottle of Brunello. We love you, M.F.K.!