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But without that nonsensical background the reviews wouldn't be as funny.

Radishes with cold sweet Normandy butter, fleur de sel and cracked pepper. Smashed potatoes with paprika, sauteed spinach, blue cheese crumbled atop. Striploin roast (seen above at rest) with pasilla chile rub, sliced thinly, swiped with Dijon, rolled up for fingers. Cheese course (Stilton, 10 year old cheddar, chevre du merde supermarche with cracked pepper and fennel oil, gruyere).

Google image search for Frank Bruni: Click. Must be the first one.

Debbie, I know the place that you mean. To be of some vague help, I think it's on George or Clarence near Sussex St. I don't eat desserts at all so...

Egad. I clicked the link and the Adobe Acrobat thing took over, swinging around like the blazes. I almost perished. Well. So. A "Mayhaw Man" involves swamp fruit, then. Was that one of those Village People fellows? That moustache fellow? In any case, a great blog.

Toss them about in a skillet instead.

Brooks, I hesitate to ask because I am sure that everyone knows and I might not seem "hep" as the kids say these days with their hula hoops and bell bottoms and hippity-hoppitty... But what is a "Mayhaw"? Man. /snaps fingers, does weird side to side thing with neck, gets cramp

Quite agree.

Grrrr.... But smoked chicken breast is not bad in salads. But not as good as roasted ham.

Perhaps La Hesser's reviews might remain in the hopper? Unfortunately. (?) As to Bruni, I remember some articles he wrote about Italy. The Balkans too, I think. We shall see what we shall see, said the blind woman.

But don't try it with rigatoni.

If super-frozen, they are. Compared to "fresh" that have been carted about for days.

Nemesis: Desserts, the desert of cuisine, the abandonment of flavour and texture and nuance for the cheap thrill of a sugar rush. "From the shallows of my last breath, I strike at thy heart thou damned cupcake."

Sure. I've never encountered decent rice in any French context. That makes it not a cop out but a courageous stand for authenicity.

Rat's ass with oysters and grapes is so March 1978. Or 1979. I forget. edit: Sorry. Tastes pretty much as one would suspect. Shaving the hair off improves it greatly but still, it is what it is.

Soba, you're my favourite criminal, dear.

NY Observer on the Hesser Affair etc.

La Hesser gives Compass * in her most recent review: here. I notice no mention of either Kunz or Vongerichten. And that Chef Katy Sparks must not have blurbed.

* Click.

Sorry to hear that, Larry.

"A new menu will make its debut at the end of the month. Mr. Ducasse said it would be as much Mr. Delouvrier's as his." Click, svp.

I'd been wondering about this CD. This does it. And a great blog, Brooks. You say that your amily tends to eat rice four or five times a week. Is it always the same kind of rice or do you do different varities or even mix them? (As I do.)

Pork and lamb with chiles and onions, slice of provolone, Dijon, onion buns.

Peppered mackerel salad with excellent olive oil brought back from ilBuco in NYC, lemon zest. Seared, rare chicken livers and shallots on crostini with watercress. "Bagatini" (I'm sure there is probably a real Italian name for this shape but I kind of just made them up) stuffed with bacon and ricotta in a tomato and chicken broth with diced Italian sausage with fennel. Pecorino, grana, 10 year old cheddar, fruilano with assorted olives.