WORCESTER — A person came to my table with a bunch of bacon-wrapped chicken on a sword and asked me if I wanted some.
That was after he carved me off a piece of a tomahawk steak, but before he gave me a piece of gorgeously stewed beef that melted in my mouth.
At any moment, I had the ability to walk over and take as much Parmigiano Reggiano as I wanted. I could also carve off slices from a giant haunch of prosciutto and raid a bucket full of ridiculously thick-cut bacon…