I'll take my chocolate chip olive gumbo pancakes with a side of schadenfreude, please.

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  • The Shopsin family is bringing the grapefruit julius to Brooklyn.  I probably still won't eat there, but I do kind of like the idea of West Villagers getting their panties in a bunch about it. 
  • Massachussetts is not so sure about that dirty water anymore.
  • Moms need help making dinners like cheesy chicken casserole and Salisbury steak.  Because paying someone to do all the work and taking all the credit is the American dream.
  • You know I love me some Jeffrey Steingarten, but isn't it a little weird that he uses his monthly food column in Vogue this month for a phoned-in profile of Iron Chef co-star Morimoto and his new eponymous restaurant?  And that the article also mentions another New York-based Iron Chef, Mario Batali and his new behemoth Del Posto?  And it's actually the less-interesting chef profile in the magazine to boot (it's beaten out by a wardrobe heavy look at Suzanne Goin of Lucques). 
  • Keith "Best Garlic Ever" Stewart of the Union Square Greenmarket has a new book.  In it, he talks about leaving corporate New York and starting his organic farm in his mid-40s.  Likely to dredge up self-loathing and feelings of inadequacy among underachieving yippie sellouts all over the city.

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