There Are Times…
By Mitch Berg
…that I wish I could transition into being a food writer…
…so that once in my life I could write a piece like this.
By Mitch Berg
…that I wish I could transition into being a food writer…
…so that once in my life I could write a piece like this.
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March 22nd, 2011 at 6:01 am
Were you hoping someday to describe decor with the terms ‘labially pink’ and ‘shiny dung brown’? Can’t wait til your review of the M.O.B. Party site.
March 22nd, 2011 at 7:40 am
Merci, Señor, moi aussi.
March 22nd, 2011 at 7:59 am
The cramped tables are set with labially pink cloths, which give it a colonic appeal and the awkward sense that you might be a suppository.
Mmm. Now that’s a description.
March 22nd, 2011 at 9:03 am
“Paunchy, combative, surly men, bulging out of their white jackets with the meaty malevolence of gouty buffalo. They may well be related by blood—theirs or other people’s. ”
Ah, the memories. The last meal I had in Paris – almost exactly 32 years ago today – was the veal kidneys. It was a meal that has stuck with me all these years, and not in a good way.
The fascination Americans have with this particular restaurant may be strange but it isn’t mysterious. I believe it’s the same process at work that causes the French to like Jerry Lewis and Americans to vote for the Democrat party.
March 22nd, 2011 at 9:13 am
Keep in mind that pieces like this may speak as much about the author as the subject. 😉
March 22nd, 2011 at 9:18 am
Well the dude is English. The think leeks are an exotic vegetable. Bubble and squeek anyone?
March 22nd, 2011 at 10:45 am
I can only dream of writing a lead sentence like:
As you know, it was Thomas Gold Appleton, Longfellow’s brother-in-law, who said, “Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris.”
I’d have to go to Puckered Butthole University for at least eight years to even hope to be that pretentious.
March 22nd, 2011 at 1:13 pm
I glanced at the picture below the jump and thought, “Whoa, Tim Russert didn’t die, he just moved to Paris.”
March 22nd, 2011 at 1:17 pm
I’m guessing ‘Labially Pink’ is the new ‘Salmon’. Look for finer living rooms throughout the metro to be repainted in this hot new color from the Martha Stewart, er, collection.
March 22nd, 2011 at 3:47 pm
I don’t think he liked the meal.