Lockeland Table in Nashville, Tennessee serves this dish comprised of beef bones split in two like halved firewood.

They will broil them to a crisp and plate them on a heavy piece of ceramic accompanied by five or six slices of grilled sourdough and a pink mound of pickled onions.

You run your spoon down the length of one of those bones and the marrow falls atop the sourdough in a beautiful, fatty, glistening heap. Take one bite and you become intimately aware of what Robin Williams was getting at in Dead Poets Society.

Go to Lockeland, order this dish and then, for the rest of your life––be it in work, art, love, travel, friendship, grief and even in the beautifully ordinary everyday moments like the morning's first cup of coffee––chase the deliciousness of that taste; that depth.