Food Orgasm

If you know me, you know I eat food for a living. And for fun. And for sustenance. In fact, if you don't like food, we probably have nothing to talk about. I've eaten so many meals, so many good to amazing meals in my life, I almost feel guilty about it. Almost. Last night I had a meal so good, I keep on peeking at the photos as though it were a piece of porno. I'm not exaggerating, as I tend to do. Behold. Keep a wetnap nearby. Seriously. On the menu, it was called "Fresh Sheets," but I'd be more likely to call them dirty. Two sheets of handmade pasta, topped with tartare, but more importantly, it was what lay between the sheets. (If you know me, you know a properly cooked egg is my golden egg):