I never wanted to eat my friend, the buffalo. I had the chance four years ago in San Francisco, when my cousins and I ducked into the famous Buffalo Burgers and all the patrons were chewing on—yep—buffalo burgers, but I declined. I declined many times after that episode: at barbecues, health fairs and hippy-dippy get-togethers. I even refused a buxom girl whose disappointed face told me that was the last... More >>>