Eric Ripert’s perfectly simple last supper.

What can I say about Eric Ripert except that he is the perfect chef, friend, person and
ultimate supporter of My Last Supper from its inception. I’m not kidding or being
sycophantic, this man is the real deal. I could tell a thousand stories from our ten-
year friendship, but I won’t! Okay, just one: A favorite moment occurred after he
had posed for the cover of the first My Last Supper and it was decided that his head
needed to be cut out to make it work. I dreaded calling him with the news of his
decapitation, but he took it with grace and humor. “Mellllllll,” he said. “Don’t worry,
it won’t hurt that much.”