The writer Lawrence M. Schoen has a pretty fun feature on his site called Eating Authors. First you need to fatten them up a bit with a big book contract, then you sauté them in scotch….

No, not that kind of eating authors. The other kind, in which authors talk about their most memorable meals. Lawrence asked me to be a part of it and I was happy to agree. It was a difficult choice to choose my most memorable meal, as I’ve had some pretty interesting ones. The one I kept thinking about wasn’t necessarily the best meal I’ve ever had, but it was the one that stuck in my mind the most, mainly because I never saw the meal. I was eating in the dark, you see, at a restaurant called Dark Table. Head over to the Eating Authors page to read about the illuminating experience.

I understood that the restaurant was going to be dark inside, but I didn’t understand what that darkness meant. I couldn’t see a single thing, and I instantly lost any sense of where I was. I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d been in such utter darkness. Even during the frequent power blackouts where I live, I still have sources of light — the ambient light from the moon or stars, or even my iPhone flashlight in a pinch. But inside Dark Table, it wasn’t just dark — it was nothing at all.