Half a million people came to San Francisco in mid-January ’07 for the Fancy Food Show, now anchored in two mammoth Moscone Center halls across the street from each other and connected by an underground walkway. The throng zoomed through the show to get in as many after-show dinners their stomachs and wallets could afford.

That’s because next year the FFS is in San Diego, where dinner-hour starvation is feared. “Where,” so many vendors, shop-owners, chefs and producers wailed, “do they expect us to eat in that town?”