For starters, it’s the first place I ever heard the term “market price.” Daddy encouraged me to eat whatever I wanted at restaurants--no kid’s menu here--so I tried my hand at swordfish. I figured anything so fresh they couldn’t put a price on it until the day it was served had to be good. And for years, I ordered based on that idea. From the right side of the menu. If it was fresh (and expensive), it had to be the best.