Who took the pans from my bag? Vote today on the usual suspects.

I’m a simple man. I value simple things. Two fried eggs, prepared in butter, a slab of cheddar, dry toast or bread, and a cup of coffee with cream are heaven’s manna.

A fine steel pan is an integral part of this meal from heaven. I worked through much of my undergrad life as a short order cook. I thrived on the grease burning precision only achieved with hot steel over an open flame.

E.Dehillerin has become a point of pilgrimage for me. When in Paris, I plan my trip around when and how I can get there to pick up some pans.

Last week, I flew from Paris (CDG) through Chicago (ORD) to San Francisco (SFO).  The flight out of Paris (AAL 41) was late and I was handed another ticket with a later flight into SFO when I checked in at CDG. I got lucky and got upgraded with a systemwide upgrade. For whatever reason, business class was fairly empty.

We left late from Paris but made up much time. I was the first one off the plane and was greeted with a new ticket for the original flight I had been on. I was thrilled because I didn’t feel like hanging out in Chicago waiting for the later flight. I zipped through . . . Click here for the full article

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