Saying that just to get a jump, because Sam Sifton, who pulled the New Media 2.0 = America's Paper of Record merged w/ the Butterball Turkey Hotline joker, will need a good lawyer after he rides up to Marblehead and stabs this guy in the neck:
What is this guy telling us? There is no problem, other than dude wants to tell us about his stove. "Dear Diners Journal: when I climb out of my Cayenne at the end of a long day, sometimes my wife, who is scarcely half my age, presses her supple, yet firm breasts against me as I attempt to use my instant-read thermometer to check the temperature of the magret." Sifton's answer is polite, but I hope he's on the Fung Wah with a sharp knife right now.
Looks like he's not waving but drowning by now. (They're even asking what grace to say.) The mystery is why anyone would trust a restaurant critic with cooking advice . . . Especially one who advises basting.
Posted by: gastropoda | Saturday, 21 November 2009 at 11:10 AM
it sounds like copy left!
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Sifton's answer is polite, but I hope he's on the Fung Wah with a sharp knife right now.
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