Would you walk 32 Ibuprofen-saturated miles through Los Angeles just to cook and eat dinner on a traffic island beneath the 5 in order to, um, "imbue the landscape with meaning"? Well, one food writer did: "[Michael Hebb] plans to stage a dozen dinners along the freeway over the next two years. I wrangled an invite for the first, excited to take part in a sort of gonzo-locavore expedition—we would forage for dinner ingredients on private property and in 7-11s alike along the way—and in perhaps the ultimate exploration of a city's edible bounty." [Gourmet]
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