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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.

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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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