An easy one this week, because we're all still stoned on tryptophan.
I count many chefs amongst my friends, but even amongst chefs, there are maybe a half-dozen total whom I would trust enough to order sauce Hollandaise in their restaurants. It's such a picky, finicky dish that goes south with the slightest error or delay. The owner of this popular place is one of the trusted half-dozen–so where'd I have the attached plate of eggs Benedict?
You know the rules: one guess per person, must use a valid e-mail, and no Weeklings allowed. Now… guess!