Not fud, just right

again.

Rotten vegetables

and flying feces. Sounds like a plan.

But no Molto

magazine? 

Either it changed, or I did

because this place was pretty bad last time I went. Still sad to see it go; where else did the bartenders always greet me every few years as if I came in every night? (Note to the misty-eyed, though: In the mid-80s Columbus was anything but "a rough stretch." Can you say Silver Palate? We fled north in '86 because it was too trendy to navigate anymore.) 

(Filched from Eater) 

Not fud, just scathing

But she is a worthy successor to the whipped dog last foisted upon us. 

I thought this shot

of Newman's Own's founder looked familiar. For some reason it's missing the Bob Sacha credit/Life magazine September 1988. 

Fighting tooth

and fork. We know where he was eating. 

Time

flies. Although I have zero recollection of either Lean Cuisine or Yoplait the year we immigrated. 

I think cholesterol

would be the least of your worries.

Not fud, just scathing

Go, Rude. 

On the bright side

at least the space will not be taken over by another WaMu or Wachovia.

The meat machine

is breaking down.

(Filched from Daily Dish)

Not fud, just worthy

Art for Obama auction.

Graphic

of the week.

Mock

apple pie. 

Pizza 101

Italian style. 

And where was the fraud?

Hanging out in a bar in Philadelphia? Are they serious? And I love how they are not voters but "fans."

Fool us once

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

And this doesn't even take into account

the ridiculous increases in the price of food. 

The book

is even better. 

Nothing

is simple. But these did strike me as particularly bogus.

Funny

Letting them taste whiskey would be enough to steer them clear. 

As someone spending more on doctor bills

than restaurants anymore, I kinda like this idea.

Not fud, but excellent

A little history is a very good thing. He's toast. 

Not fud, just LOL

And it might actually work.