How Washington Ruined The American Hamburger

I love getting out into the Mountain West, but I hate eating badly once I’m there. This is why my packing lists, scribbled on the back of napkins, often read as some sort of absurdist comedy. Here’s one from a trip to Wyoming the week of July 4, for America’s 250th:

2 lobes of Hudson Valley Foie Gras (Grade A) 

4 Black Truffles

3 Fly Rods (3wt, 5wt, 7wt)