This place was calling my name. Literally. Get it? Okay, fine. I’m horrible at humor. I’m an eater not a comedian. And hopefully, my obsessive eating will help you out. Especially for this restaurant, Ox, which happened to be close to my hotel. I’ve been reading about ever since I landed. I would have tried it earlier, but Sunday had a wait list that had me rethink my plans. So here I was on a Wednesday when it first opened at five. Fork and spoon in hand. Even though this…

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