While many questioned his apparent lack of a head chef, Times blogger Bruce Buschel was secretly having meetings, crafting menus and talking contracts with a couple of restaurant vets from Almond Bridgehampton and NYC. Then, suddenly, it all stopped. Details are few, but it appears that negotiations hit a serious wall, leaving Buschel alone to fend for his fish life. Fortunately, just as things started to flounder, he found inspiration from watching chef Rick Moonen have a "mildly orgasmic" TV moment with some fresh salmon. Smitten, Buschel picked up the phone, called Moonen's Vegas restaurant to schedule a sit-down, and then...he leaves us hanging until the next post. So how does this all play out?