Alan Richman strikes again!

A friend we will call Food Media Subaltern passes along the following:

 

it must be hard to be the "dean of food writing" at FCI and be felled by a simple typo.

 

Linguine with clams, sweet peppers, and “nudja” was less admirable. “What’s nudja?” I asked. I sort of got an answer. Later, I Googled it. No help. It was the only dish of the evening I didn’t admire. The spicy sausage sauce—I believe that was the nudja part—was clumsy, with no discernable sausage.

 

Nduja, d-bag. Nduja. 

 

Apparently the Calabrians are as real as the Creoles.

This "dean," you will recall, is the same food writer who felt moved to piss on New Orleans while it was reeling from Katrina, follows with a gaffe that would be embarrassing in a freshman comp class. A helpful mnemonic: "the nudist bought a Nudie, then had gnudi and nduja." And, something for the ladies:

Gram Parsons = sexy. And thanks as always for the Peerless Photoshopping. 

Comments

[gastropoda]

Not to mention saor is Venetian (yes, it is done with sardines; very easy to mistake them for puppy drum).

[Frodnesor]

That is a very impressive display of sloppiness, but I think my favorite was this sentence: "If eating without bread isn’t non-Italian, I don’t know what is."

I don't think I can not agree with that sentence - or not.

[Marco]

Richman cooked his Wisconsin goose when he hit NOLA when she was on her knees. GQ still pays him though.