The Wall Street Journal spends some time with “the Tasmanian devil” of the D.C. culinary scene, José Andrés, and finds “a man fighting hunger who himself can consume enough for four; a cook without a high-school diploma who lectures on food at Harvard; a swollen-hearted crusader who works to stretch scraps into meals for D.C.’s homeless on one block, then serves 30-course feasts to VIPs on the next. His plans for the future grow faster than I can type.”
One of those possible plans: “Maybe one day I’d like to be in politics,” the Minibar mogul says during the interview. “I’d love to be a mayor.”
Just imagine: a mayor who consorts with coconuts, not cronies.