
During my meal with a friend, a brawl erupted in the kitchen. I'm talking screaming and clattering pots and pans. The combatants burst through the door and the fight continued in the dining room, fists flailing. Sirens screamed. The police arrived. Everyone in the dining room continued to drag their fish through tartar sauce and ketchup as if this were redneck dinner theater.
Lure is light years from that time, but it doesn't lack genuine drama. Continue reading the full article by Cliff Bostock here.