It always seems impossible until it’s done.
During those years in the early 1980s, I saved all of my money to dine at my heroes’ restaurants—Paul Bocuse, Maison Pic, and the great Alain Chapel—and as many great country restaurants as I could. They were places off the beaten track. Going there was a journey, the place a destination. I’d slip down a side street and walk around looking for the address. Is it here? Did I pass it already? The entryway was typically understated, and as soon as I crossed the threshold, it was like entering someone’s grand yet intimate home (and sometimes I was). These restaurants were the creations of people who had a vision and worked hard to achieve it, creating lasting memories of comfort, welcoming service, impeccable food, and good wine.
David Kinch, Manresa: An Edible Reflection