[New York Peasant by Wilfrid: November 19, 2010]
My memory does Jamie Oliver a disservice. The Naked Chef debuted more than ten years ago, but I still recall him cooking a beef roast for Jamiroquai while muttering "wicked" in mockney.
I have followed his subsequent, rather more impressive career, from a distance. Watching a screening of an episode of Jamie's American Road-Trip at the Crosby Hotel this week, I had to admit he had quietly become a man of substance.
Jamie speaks after the jump.




