by Jim Ridley
This could have been mine. Instead, while Carrington feasted on spice-cured pork belly (pictured above, of course, from Claudia's site) and coffee ice cream with candied bacon, I sat home tending the ill, sullenly eating Pringles out of the can. But those who attended—spill, dammit. There's no way it could be as good as it sounds/looks/reads. Right? (Fights back tears.) Right?