I believe that this man is Rupert Robbins. In any case he seemed to be the man in charge at the “Chef Rupert Catering” booth at the Great Ithaca Downtown Chili cookoff. I can’t say for sure whether or not Chef Rupert had the best chili of the day, as I didn’t try his chili. What I can say is that he definitely had the longest line. (Which, I confess, is why I didn’t try his chili.) I can also say, unless I’m mistaken, that last Spring at the Ithaca Festival he was grilling some fine chicken; hopefully he’ll be back this Spring, too.
In case my other two articles on the subject “Yee Haw” and “Artificial Winter” didn’t give it away, I spent an hour or two this afternoon wandering around the Great Ithaca Downtown Chili Cookoff. This is the fourth year of the cookoff, but it was the first time I made it down to taste the Chili. (I had planned to go this year, and then I forgot about it. See “Yee Haw” for an explanation of how I was reminded.)
I’m not sure what to make of the man behind Chef Rupert. I saw him a couple of times wandering around the cookoff. His communist hat and his well-dressed manner say “former KGB Agent,” I guess. Maybe he’s Chef Rupert’s bodyguard?
Mmmmm, good.
