by Eric Sandy
He even picked up the friendly vibe of Cleveland thousands of miles away, where fellow Aspen restauranteurs have helped him along his journey.
"I ran out of butcher twine my second day working in Aspen and I ran over here and without blinking an eye these guys gave me six yards of twine. It’s pretty cool to have camaraderie like that even though I definitely don’t speak or dress like an Aspenite."
His quick interview with AFAR also includes this tidy phrase, offered to you here with no context whatsoever:
"...elephant farts, monkey farts, fish farts..."