Documenting what he ate in one week, ex-New York Times critic Frank Bruni, desperate for some air conditioning, went to a "sports-bar-y restaurant": "I think those of us who swim in the food world, we often don't cop to admit or recognize that a lot of the eating out that's done happens just like that. You're hungry; you need something within twenty steps at a certain lighting level and a certain climate. It's not like, hmmm, Batali or Vongerichten tonight?" And then he puts ice in his Chardonnay. [Grub Street]
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