Lobster ravioli, again?

Speaking of reality checks, I slogged all the way to the end of the Finger Lakes vacation write-off just because I still remember eating my way around the region for a story a couple of years ago and coming away convinced the big chef there is Senor Sysco. I’d bet even the magic chicken comes off the truck. But then I was working on a different kind of story, and wine does change everything.