A Roadie With a Whisk
EAST RUTHERFORD, N.J.
RUSTY HAMLIN, a sunburned bear of a chef, held out a fragrant bowl of liquid and waved his hand over it theatrically, in the universal gesture for “take a whiff of this, pal.”
“Moonshine vinaigrette,” he said.
Even though Mr. Hamlin was in the midst of preparing a massive feast for roughly 150 hungry country-music fans, all of whom were set to show up very soon in a muggy parking lot outside the New Meadowlands Stadium here, his grin was impish and huge
