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. Moments when, everything considered, it just could not possibly get any better. I'll drink to that.