Reaping

what they sowed: Total assholes were at the front the one time we tried to go. 

All that rhum

wasted. So much for Jonathan Waxman as a flotation device: The place is closed and becoming Comida, as if Columbus needs another mediocre Mexican within those six blocks. 

An ebbing tide

does no one any good. My consort and I quite liked this place. And it would have gotten an IWHGB if it had been more geographically convenient.

(Gleaned from the obsessed)

Fool us once

shame on someone. At least this addresses the last pies in the sky. 

Guess there are grosser things

than freckled calves. 

Good job

Diana B.

I'm saving

my full bile for Sunday, but really. It's as if John McCain is reviewing restaurants. Squiggly, she says? Don't get me started on the wine ignorance on parade . . .  

Suspicions

confirmed. Better at home than in bad company. 

Beyond food porn

Let the backlash begin. I wish the bass's eye did not look as if he/she/it had been on a bender, though. 

Is Florent

the Franco of New York City restaurants? 

Lunch

was excellent.

One that got away

The danger of linking wildly after four cups of tea in the morning is that you can't get 'em all. I'll have more to say at the base camp on Sunday, but this take on the new French, in every sense of the term, was rather insightful.

Balls will be balls

Throwaway line of the day, for Fleet Enema Week:

"Maybe the name Benoit gave them the wrong idea about the place."