By viewing things as grey as opposed to black or white, we have been able to break the rules and question things, yielding results that are at the same time both delicious and thought provoking.
If you are mourning “Lost,” perhaps you can ponder the mysteries of Graham Elliot’s new “bistronomic” restaurant to pass the time
No, NO, NO! NOT MY HOME STATE! NOOOOOO!
(Wild wailing, crying, punching of the floor, thanking of the Claire for the tip)
Check out this charmer on Yelp:
I got called out in a bad way by my old lady as complaining about the food too much one night. We were out at an expensive place that her and her finance buddies frequented and raved about, but it sucked! I started commenting on quality vs. price and she blew up making me feel like a little whiny bitch. I started to realize that I do talk about food too much when I’m out and need to tone it down a notch. I’ve been out with fitness freaks, vegetarians, and trophy ditzes, who complained and whined about everything under the sun, which was both annoying and embarrassing. I guess I never thought I’d fall into the category of a whiner. Anyone have any situations where you called out like that?
If you aren’t disgusted enough with humanity, you can read the comments.
Children’s menus are the death of civilization.
Nicola Marzovilla, owner of i Trulli, in today’s NYT Looking Past the Children’s Menu
While this might be misconstrued as snotty, I think it’s perfectly fair. And if your kid is too picky and crappy to eat out with grownups, get a babysitter.
The wonderful Lea Hernandez, author of Killer Princesses and Rumble Girls, has honored us with a Shut Up, Bacon comic!!
As she put it, “Two people long out of my life burnt and microwaved. The above doesn’t even begin to capture the horror.”
PS The images don’t show up on my computer but they seem to on everyone else’s. Shoot us an email if you have problems, and thanks again, Lea!
Aside from my annoyance at people who conflate a “desert” island with a “deserted” island (I KNOW IT IS PERSNICKITY! I OWN IT.), I just want to note that, at 5:40 Eastern Time, only 10% of the commenters on this Serious Eats post chose bacon. Celebrate the small steps, my friends.
SHUT UP FOODIES. My new favorite blog. I will never forgive Esquire Magazine for making fun of Kurt Cobain because he still ate Kraft Macaroni and Cheese after he was rich. “I just like the taste of it,” said Kurt. The Esquire Snobs all raised their pinkies as they sipped their tea and tittered with amusement. (If you click on Kurt you get SHUT UP FOODIES.)
I’m usually cranky about reblogging but wanted to thank Mr. Nelson (who is the author of Girl, Paranoid Park, and many fantastic books you should read), and I love this pic of Kurt.—Snacktime
Diatom is so radical, it’s deviant.
An edgy Alaskan winemaker, describing his chardonnay in the Wall Street Journal.
The short answer to Tasting Table’s email (with the smoked pig’s head from Fatty ‘Cue): Yes. Yes, Williamsburg is trying to kill us.
(Full eblast available if you click on pic)