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Call it “Ruff Stuff” because the terrain is sharp, but the palate is sharper. Tonight: Rare bresaola, aged gouda, and a fire I started with one stick (and two lighters, don’t tell anyone).

I laughed. Then I poured them a drink.

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Welcome to the Ruff Stuff hour. You’re either in… or you’re decor.

I believe in fire, fiber, and fermented grapes. I believe a man should know how to dress a wound, dress a table, and dress down a fool—in that order. Call it “Ruff Stuff” because the terrain is

Hannibal holding a torch in one hand, a Negroni in the other. Good evening, Ruffian.

Last week, someone asked me, “Hannibal, why do you live like you’re about to be evicted by a bear?” Then I poured them a drink

Can you make a 5-star omelette on a rusty camp stove? (Answer: No. But I almost did.)