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    America's Famous Chefs Share Their Super Bowl Spreads

    By | Shine Food – Fri, Feb 1, 2013 4:33 PM EST

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    DALE TALDE
    Executive chef at Pork Slope, Brooklyn, New York

    "Everyone's favorite childhood side--tater tots--but showered with warming chili and melted cheese."... more 
    Photo by: courtesy of the subject
    DALE TALDE
    Executive chef at Pork Slope, Brooklyn, New York

    "Everyone's favorite childhood side--tater tots--but showered with warming chili and melted cheese." less 
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    introduction by Alyssa Bereznak, Vanity Fair



    All Nate Silver Super Bowl predictions, Beyoncé halftime rumors, and Kate Upton commercials aside, one of the most important things about this Sunday's game is what you will be mindlessly munching as the Ravens and the 49ers battle it out in New Orleans for the championship. We, the American people, have advanced Super Bowl cuisine to astounding heights. What was once a day to eat overly chewy chicken wings and watery celery has now become a gastronomical event of epic proportions, where sauces are extra tangy, fries are soaked in truffle oil, and the beef is Kobe. To honor this sacred feast, we asked America's famous chefs to share what they'll be eating this Sunday--see personal, camera-phone shots of everything from Mario Batali's "eggs in hell" to Michael Ferraro's merguez lamb sausage and truffle corn dogs.



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