You know the story: Boy meets grilled meat late one night, boy eats said grilled meat, boy never gets to taste that grilled meat again. It’s a tale as old as eating out. McSweeney’s has a lovely ode to such star-crossed food-lover stories. Here’s an excerpt:
“You were sitting in the window of that French restaurant on Broadway, cute as a button in a tiny ceramic pot. They just don’t make french onion soup like you anymore. Are you on the menu, or just a daily special? Will I ever get to hold your handle?”
Is there a dish you once tasted and now miss? Let us know at firstname.lastname@example.org.