Chodorow does not know karate

But to say he knows Car-azy would be a profound understatement. When a soon-to-exit critic bagels your rather vulgar take on the steakhouse, what do you do? Remove swords from the ceiling? Tweak the menu? Perhaps, but that's the difference between little minds like yours and geniuses like Jefferey Chodorow. A real man of genius responds to a pan with a long and rambling memo, which he publishes as a full page ad in DI/DO. To glean highlights would be like taking a scissors to Gravity's Rainbow. Treat yourself and read the whole thing. You will agree that you cannot say that this shit is B-A-N--A-N-A-S, but must instead conjure a new fruit, a spangled,  boomerang-shaped durian, coated with Krazy Glue, being sung about by Gwen Stefani, Courtney Love, Whitney Houston while they are in the middle of a week-long meth and mezcal binge on Slash's yacht, which is anchored off the coast of Albania. That's how crazy this stuff is.

Comments

[Rose's Lime]

Just got around to reading this.

Remember, the medium is the message... so after you double down on the most over the top restaurant in New York with an even more over the top restaurant with 2,000 samurai swords and $300 entrees, you can't retort to an over-the-top panning with a simple letter. Reinforce the brand of spending wildly and profligately with a $100,000 full page ad in the Times.

But why stop there I say? Put your money where your mouth is Jeffrey and spring for a neon sign in Times Square saying "Frank Bruni is Starving the Children of the Line Cooks of New York!"

[Rose's Lime]

That is to say... I didn't think the letter sounded crazy, just, as with so many things Chowderow, in calculatedly gaudy graceless poor taste.

[merkin]

I was disappointed to find the letter to be perfectly reasonable.

[Fesser]

Chodorow must be happy to have a merkin in his corner!