SIDE SALAD - Everything crunchy is good.

OH, MY BELOVED OSSO BUCCO, HOW DO I LOVE THEE? LET ME COUNT THE GREASY LITTLE WAYS.

If you have to get paid to do something for a living, I'd have to say that earning remuneration for eating two plates of delicious braised veal shank as a crowd of onlookers watches you down each forkful and slurp up the delicate marrow has to be one of the most satisfying and completely narcissistic moments one can achieve.

For more photos of a cooking throwdown I judged last night in Tampa between a fire house cook and a professional chef, click here.