I am on my way to Cleveland to dine at Lola, stopping off to have lunch in Oberlin, Ohio, where I went to college. I could not be more excited if I were seven and tomorrow was Christmas.
I am wearing black clothes and dangly earrings for Oberlin; all I’m missing is my vintage mens’ overcoat and a pack of unfiltered Camels. My beloved Campus Diner has apparently gone the way of the dinosaurs, but I’m sure I’ll find someplace to satisfy my need for grease and people watching. I also have my tattered copy of The Soul of a Chef, just in case Michael Symon wanders out of the kitchen looking for dedicated foodies who want autographs. I’m locked and loaded.
And when I come back, I’ll tell you all about it.