Brushes with celebrity chefs. Or their aunts, anyway.

My parents live in a small town near Austin and they eat out frequently. One local restaurant has become a favorite and they eat there for lunch or dinner at least once a week (I am not typing the name here; email me at badgermeetsworld at gmail dot com if you really want to know).

Today they took me there for lunch, which was delicious, and while we were there a very nice lady came by our table and started chatting up my parents like they were old friends. After she left, my mom said, "That's the owner. Her nephew is a chef, too. He's that guy who just left the Driskill."

I think I may have dropped my fork. "David Bull?" I squeaked. "David Bull is her nephew?!"

And indeed, he is. We chatted a bit more with the owner. She said Chef Bull might be stopping by the restaurant now and again, since his new schedule will leave him with a bit more time to spend with family.

And apparently, he is really fond of pizza.

Who knew?