In the mid-1970s I moved to Canada to become a sports columnist for the Montreal Star newspaper, a transition that transformed me into a foodie. It was an unintentional career decision that I should have anticipated.
For me, food always came first. I’ll never forget the prophetic words of the wonderful Philadelphia sportswriter Stan Hochman, who walked by my seat on opening night of my first season covering the 76ers basketball team, noticed that I had two complimentary press-lounge hot dogs arranged on my courtside desk, and said, prophetically, “Kid, you’re going to eat your way out of this league.”
