I’m a finalist in the 2009 Bloggies. Best-Kept Secret Blog. No shitting. In honor of this momentous occasion, I’ve added a new page to the site specifically to pander to voters, featuring some of this year’s greatest hits and a bulleted list of reasons to vote for me (my campaign is nothing if not organized). ...
THE PRESSURE ON MY EYEBALLS IS INDESCRIBABLE. See? The stress is getting to me, and now I can only talk in quotes from cartoons. Because not only do I have to be funnier and more personable that David Fucking Lebovitz*, but I also have to be a hidden goddamned gem**. But aye, here’s the rub: ...
Restaurant Wars is like the Super Bowl of Top Chef – you’ve thinned the crappy players out of the herd, but everyone remaining is a little too high-strung and the actual game ends up sucking. Unfortunately, more people care about the Leah/Hosea bullshit than the actual cooking, judging by today’s seventy jillion “Leah Hosea kiss ...
So did you know there was this thing called the Well Fed Network? And they want you to give me some kind of award?
Martin Luther King, Jr. Day: A chance to celebrate the amazing accomplishments of the Civil Rights movement, a chance to cook during the day and take photos in natural light. Note that I am NOT EQUATING THOSE THINGS AT ALL. It’s just a happy coincidence. Like the light, fluffy snow that just started coming down, ...
The vast majority of you – DESPITE YOUR TOTAL LACK OF PARTICIPATION, NOT THAT I AM JUDGING – say that you like First Thursdays, so we will press on. Check out the First Thursdays page for February’s instructions, and get to gettin’.
Maybe $17 dollars, depending on whether the restaurant is here in Jersey City or New York, because the bacon is from Niman Ranch. Those fuckers know how to handle a pig, I tell you what. Mimosas are extra.