Then, the street that the restaurant we at in was (did that sentence make sense?):
And the bell tower of the city, glowing purple:
View from the vending machine of the mountains one evening:
And now for some destruction from the week... leftovers from a cooking demo and the aftermath of a whiskey tasting (stunk up the entire floor we were on).
And now for the opening reception. Cubed cheese (big no-no in the culinary world), some yummy bison, and of course, the drinks:
Finally, a dancing doll and then the real thing, some native american dancers to open the show:
Oh yeah! I forgot. Finally, A cool blue bear outside the convention center and me with the winner of Top Chef, Hosea Rosenberg.
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