Since I've been on hiatus, I didn't get to comment on Pete Wells' wonderfully awesome takedown of
Rachael-Ray-on-crack-with-a-beard's Guy Fieri's new Manhattan restaurant, Guy's American Kitchen. But if you have not read it before, you have to read it. Favorite section:
Why is one of the few things on your menu that can be eaten without fear or regret — a lunch-only sandwich of chopped soy-glazed pork with coleslaw and cucumbers — called a Roasted Pork Bahn Mi, when it resembles that item about as much as you resemble Emily Dickinson?
When you have a second, Mr. Fieri, would you see what happened to the black bean and roasted squash soup we ordered?
Hey, did you try that blue drink, the one that glows like nuclear waste? The watermelon margarita? Any idea why it tastes like some combination of radiator fluid and formaldehyde? [Wells 2012]Makes me want to stand by the window to watch, and then go somewhere much better to eat. Assuming NYC is no longer underwater.