A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, my father came home one day and announced, “Kids, we’re going to Chicago this weekend, and we’re going to a new kind of restaurant. It has the most amazing salads on a giant buffet, and you can walk right up and take whatever you want.”

I don’t think the name “salad bar” had even been invented in those days, back in the dawn of the Baby Boom. Continue reading Grazing the salad bars at Whole Foods and Jason’s →