No Fuck You, John Tesar, Because Knife’s Ozersky Burger Ruined Burgers for Me
The first thing that happens at John Tesar’s three-Brenner-star Knife, after you order a glacially-cold beer from an iPad, is a flight of complimentary crudités (fancy word for chopped, fresh vegetables with dip) hits the table. The place-mats look like woven, Elvish armor. Because this is Texas, the crudités comes…