Can you believe it’s less than 16 hours until Christmas? I’m so excited, my toes are tingling. Tingling, I say, tingling.
Having completed and sold my piece to Gastronomica on the microbiology of artisanal cheeses, I’m back to things Japanese. Tonight, for example, it’s The Feast of the Four Nippon Fishes, thanks to the stunning collection found at New Deal. We’re talking sushi grade hamachi, toro, and hiramasa followed by a salmon collar the size of a Buick.
That’s the good news.
The weird news is Chowhound. I was on the Boston and NYC sites plenty this week and here’s my action-packed report:
The NYC hounds were uniformly energized and informative. Where to eat? What’s a good wine budget? Here’s a summary of my lunch at Le Bernadin. Happy, well fed, smart.
The Boston hounds? Not so much. Specifically, the comments made by many revealed a gross misunderstanding of how restaurants work. Have any of these people cooked in a restaurant? Known a friend who did? If so, it’s not evident. They talk like a basketball fan who wants to know why Paul Pierce doesn’t play 48 minutes, a patient who wants his PCP to treat him when he’s in the hospital, a dog who doesn’t understand why his owner has to go to work.
Anyway, I suspect Santa will be bringing baskets of food to the good dogs and to the bad dogs? We shall see, tonight, we shall see.