I've always thought there was an intrinsic connection between fly fishing, & food & cocktails & the occasional cigar. I've been able to travel a little, eat a lot, drink a bit and smoke a few. All in all, I'd have to say I'd do it again, and there's a better than average chance I will. These images reflect that journey for me. Shore lunches - Hemingway's Mojito's - a Perfect Manhattan - asada in Patagonia - gumbo and elegance in New Orleans - markets where the only language you speak is food - the "best" cheese burger (whatever that means) - the Cuban rum sunsets - the Brunello di Montalcino in the reflection of Brunelleschi's Dome - the Catskill harvests - the liquid gold of Oaxacan Mezcal - Jacob and friends at full speed in the James Beard House kitchen - the controlled ballet and chaos of a kitchen in a groove - the style - the grace - the grease - the sauces - it just never seems to end. Most likely, you'll be reminded of your own experiences. Bordain's got nothing on you and me. Moments when, everything considered, it just could not possibly get any better. I'll drink to that.
All Images © Walter Hodges