Uncle Punch seems to have reined in Bruni in recent weeks, but you cannot stop Frank, you can only hope to contain him. In this respect, at least, Frank has much in common with Dominique Wilkins. This week, Frank visits Bouley, and does not bust out until after the jump but when he does, he takes a page from the blogosphere, and bites Grambo's style:
Bovs all over your truffles. Perhaps I exaggerate, but the phrase does suggest that there must also be sly and slyer applications of truffle oil. Finally, it just wouldn't be Frank if it did not make you a little bit uncomfortable:
The last sentence is so disconcerting that it can make you not notice that Frank seems nonchalant about gladhanding chefs running restaurants he reviews. On the other hand, I guess if you go, you can feel free to fuck with Bouley's mise and not lose a finger.
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