In 2006, I ate at a restaurant in Portland, Oregon called Alberta Street Oyster Bar. I was with my husband Din and a friend who ran a popular food website. Though the friend liked to stay anonymous, the Portland restaurant world was at the time still small and insular, if a comer on the national food scene, and it’s possible the servers recognized him and alerted the kitchen. But I’d put money on it being our finishing a three-course meal, realizing we wanted to eat it all again right away and thus reordering - the only time I have ever done this in a restaurant - that had the staff whispering to the chef.
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