If I knew what day I was going to die, what would I want for my last meal?
Because I'm not in prison, and because I'm assuming that I won't be in prison on that day, I've put this meal together with the understanding that I could have any part of the meal come from any kitchen or restaurant anywhere in the world. That's fair, right?
That said, here's what I would want:
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Cantina del Vesuvio Winery
- Sliced turkey, gravy, and stuffing from my wife's transcendent Thanksgiving Day dinner
- Black tea-glazed spare ribs and the truffle and smoke potato chips from Honey, a marvelous restaurant in Doylestown
- Side of Setaro spaghetti and homemade spaghetti sauce, with a glass of Lacryma Christi del Vesuvio wine, all from the Cantina del Vesuvio Winery at the base of Mount Vesuvius
- Slice of my wife's magnificent apple pie for dessert, warm, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream from oWowcow Creamery
So, what would your last meal be?