David Coleman's Last Meal  Wild Mexican spinach at the most
peaceful place on Earth  Full disclosure: David Coleman—or, as I
know him, Coleman—is an old friend, though one I hadn't seen in
a couple of years before running into him at the farmers' market
recently. I found him much more heavily tattooed than he'd been
before, but otherwise, Tocqueville's chef de cuisine was the
same. He has a certain way of scowling at you like you're a
crazy person (or maybe that's just me). But when he talks about
music or traveling, or especially about food, his enthusiasm
betrays his grimace, which becomes a straight-up grin.  Let's do
this. Have you thought about your last meal? Uh, yeah. It'll be
in Mexico, in Tulum. I had this meal at a place called Mike's
Cafe. It's a weird name, not really Mexican. I don't even know
if it's still there, but it was incredible.  Oh, Tulum. I want
to go there. What'd you eat? First of all, I had this drink that
was made with something called "wild Mexican spinach." I asked
the guy, and he