chompion

While 2007 will not go down in the books as one of the most miserable years in Cleveland sports history, my beloved metropolis still remains starved for a championship and the accompanied parade/car tipping/trophy hauling. However, last night, a lone soul-patched man would rise from the ranks of the relative midwestern unknowns to claim his place along side the all-time culinary greats as The Next Iron Chef.



So here's to you, Chef Symon, for doing your part and holding it down for Cleveland America and high end snacks. One needn't be a seasoned foodie, or the chairman; to savor in this triumph either, just someone who knows a warrior when they see one. And while I didn't take to the streets of Tremont, shirtless, hooting and hollering; it made the memories of drives, fumbles, shots and rivers afire that much more distant.

Cheers.