At times such discoveries would move him to tears. Then he would wipe his eyes and smile. "That felt good," he would say. At Restaurant Girardet, outside of Lausanne, which we visited on our first overseas trip together, he wept over a fish whose flesh was pale pink, moist, and as soft as a ripe peach. It had to be salmon, but no salmon I'd ever tasted had quite that astonishing mouth-feel. Tears were falling down Jamie's cheeks. "If there's a heaven, this is what they'll serve the good kids," he said.