Karine and I are famous! Well, famous at least to the 200 readers of Gastronomica, an excellent semi-academic food journal published by UC Berkeley Press.

A while back I sent them a little letter about human salad bars, and mine and Karine’s experience with them back in the Olde Days at Terrace Flaming Club–namely, we were the humans, in this case swaddled in green and blue Saran wrap to simulate mermaid-dom.

My letter’s arrival coincided with the editor’s plans to publish a separate story about Barton Rouse, the chef at TFC, so she was happy to also include my nostalgic rantings.

Anyway, there Karine and I are, splashed on practically the first page you see (though Karine isn’t named, which is a shame but I guess protects her reputation). And the article about Barton, by a Terrace alum (before our time) named Lisa Harper, says all the wonderful things about him that I’ve never gotten around to writing. I recommend you seek out this issue, as there’s also a story that incorporates the words “Would you eat a retarded pig?”

Here’s a short refresher on Barton, from last year.