You could meet John Lurie lots of places,. The movies. The movie scores. The fishing. The art. My first was the Mystery Train Soundtrack. But this is the song that always brings me back to John.

I know—he’s a little…intense for the kitchen. Trying to whip up something fancy would definitely bring him over the stove, leaning over the skillet, critiquing your technique. “You know those thighs aren’t browned, right? They’re like, beiged.” Safer to stick with something simple and pure.

Diner food it is. Eggs, over easy. Bacon in a skillet with just a little brown sugar. Hashbrowns cooked in the bacon fat. White toast, dry. And lots, lots, lots of hot coffee.