when one of my favorite restaurants in nyc was closing a few years ago (due to the passing of the owner, a great guy and good friend), i went there on the last night to bid on some of the knick knacks and other curiosities that they were selling off, and to enjoy one last great meal. at the end of the night, the chef came out to have a few with the remaining regular customers, and we began to chat about a few of his recipes.my favorite dish was the marinated grilled pork chops. over the years, i had hung out with the owner bs-ing about food and life in general, and he had given me several of the secret ingredients in the marinade, but never the whole recipe. i wrote down what i remembered, and tried to make it at home, but never really nailed it.
well, on the last night, after we were all lubed up and laughing, a buddy and i asked the chef for the recipe. he refused to give it out. so, knowing that the chef was retiring (on his inheritance from the owner of the restaurant) instead of going to another restaurant, i offered him a small bribe, or retirement "present", if he would just fill in the gaps of my recipe. steadfast in his loyalty, he refused us again and again. we got up to about 5 or 6 hundred dollars before we realized that he would never give in, so we wished him well (cursing him under our breath

), and gave up.
a few months ago, i ran into an old girlfriend, who was a bartender in the restaurant, and she told me that she knew the recipe, since it contained black rum and sweet sherry, and the chef always came to her to help him make the marinade. we were both in a hurry, so we just promised to get together for a few one night, and she would finally fulfill my culinary curiosity.
now i have a problem; i would almost kill to get this recipe, but i don't think my wife would appreciate me going out for drinks with a beautiful brazillian bartender, even if my intentions were pristine and purely innocent.
i guess i'll just have to wait some more....