Wednesday's news today
Hey Frank: don't eat where you shit. Better late than never.
Proof that not only Bruni but also God himself is mocking me came with dinner last night, when my moules marinieres arrived with andouille in them. What the fuck? The sole wasn't bad enough?
Inspection of the menu revealed that they hadn't bothered to change the title, but the description was correct. Except that the alleged rouille was really romesco (more or less). At least it was edible.
Well, that was pretty funny, but not as funny as the finger lady's "black magic shrine." You can't make this shit up.
Publicity whores, however, frequently make shit up, and one of them finally got nailed for it by David Shaw. Who, however, remains curiously sanguine about the whole thing. David, these douchebags are liars. And pathetic ones at that. If a Paso pinot ever beat DRC in a blind test there will appear great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. (Although, judging by the the epistomo-culinary instability of seafood terminology, we're probably halfway to the apocalypse).