Ian McNulty gets 'er done at longtime favorite Brigtsen's this week: "I have to laugh when someone compares dining at Brigtsen's to a meal at their mother's house... Chef Frank Brigtsen's menu reads like a roster of hunting and fishing trophies prepared with the sort of vigor you'd use to settle a bet or silence a doubter at the camp. If mom cooked like this, she must have been hell on the wildlife." [Gambit]
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