Picture a warm Los Angeles Saturday afternoon in the early 2000s. The sun adds even more sparkle and shine to Rodeo Drive as I make my way down the street wearing fruit-stained scrubs and black clogs caked in batter. Feeling the nauseating wave of both fear and excitement, I review my mental checklist long before I open the back door to Wolfgang Puck’s famed Spago kitchen.
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