By way of full disclosure, I’ve known one of the guys in this company for about a decade, although we've seldom spoken or even seen each other. He and his wife used to hold a literary happy hour at a different bar every month. Somebody should pick that idea back up. It was a lot of fun.
I’ve been told the woks may eventually come with recipes crafted by the chef at Tucson’s Mountain Oyster Club, an exclusive dining establishment that had carpet emblazoned with the shapes of cow testicles back when it was located downtown on Stone Avenue. There were also posters of pin-up girls in the bathrooms. I have to be careful, though, because I angered a lot of the club's members when I wrote about the place for the Arizona Daily Star more than a decade ago.
Anyway, the woks look pretty cool. The company also makes other stuff. More on that here.
Charles Harbutt, Departures and Arrivals continues through Sunday, Jan. 26. Visitors may examine unframed photographs chosen around… More