The first time I was rendered speechless by a dip was when I was three years old and my friend Kim put a worm in my peanut butter sandwich; the peanut butter was the extra-sticky kind and it fused my mouth shut until the death throes of the worm somehow broke the seal and allowed me to open my mouth and scream as though I'd been stabbed.
There. That is the worst lede I have ever written. I dare the editors to leave it. (Gustavo note: I did--it was GANGSTA!)
The second time I was rendered speechless was by a life-altering taramosalata in a nondescript Greek restaurant in Tarrytown, New York. It was a fish roe dip of such ethereal lightness that it felt like the precursor to some kind of caviar "air" served in one of those pretentious temples of molecular gastronomy.
The third time I was rendered speechless by a dip was last night, at Aleppo's Kitchen in Anaheim's Little Arabia.More »