Chef Johnny Chu stops by our table for a visit. He was impressed by the quantity of food my party ordered, he says, and wants to see what in the world we're about. There are just two of us for this sunny weekday lunch, but we've loaded up every inch of our shiny black-and-white painted wooden table, set in an old, converted home on the edge of one of downtown Phoenix's less desirable (okay, completely crummy) neighborhoods. We're at Chu's new baby, Fate, tucked on a strange corner at Fourth Street and Roosevelt, dining in a faded living room area cleaned up with slick gray-painted wood floors, white brick walls, and a collection of offbeat but appealing consignment art... More >>>