Chacos: I see deadpan people

Chacos: I see deadpan people

The menu was highbrow for a midday potluck at work. The venue was not. I signed up to bring grass-fed beef burgers, someone else volunteered to bring locally sourced lamb and venison, and others said they would make organic, fancy salads with ingredients you’d only find at a nearby farmers’ market. We felt compelled to share our culinary knowledge and techniques in case anyone dared to compare us to the Spartan, sink-less, and dirty fluorescent …