When I read that Josh Ozersky died Monday while in Chicago for the James Beard Awards, I was shocked not only by the sudden loss of a true dynamo, but also by the news that he had recently, “quietly” moved to Portland, Oregon. The self-described “Walter Winchell of the restaurant world” didn’t really do anything quietly (when chasing scoops for Grub Street left him with no time to get to therapy, he occasionally took sessions over the phone, in the tiny office we shared), but I wouldn’t be surprised if leaving New York was the one thing he was discrete about.

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