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  1. This certainly can also be applied to men, if the function is modified a little. It becomes: N(number of men)*L(amount of booze)/S(sum of dates' ages)=TBPq (boasting and preening quotient of given table) Experienced this first hand a few weekends ago at an eatery in Darien, Ct -- now run, we found out after (although, in some ways, also during) the meal by one of the early rejects from "Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares." The cigar and Silver Oak crowd next to us guffawed their way through several rounds of "mine's bigger than yours" until one of them finally sunk the battleship with: "Yeah, you wanna go now? Sure. We can take the Citicorp jet."
  2. I wanna say something here, Jake, but I'm not gonna.
  3. Thrash-ing or Thrash-er? Cause Todd would juice 'em, not fry 'em.
  4. "For whoever has many reservations, to him more shall be given, and he shall have abundance of cowboy cuts" -- Meatthew 13:12.
  5. Then go to Ray's Classics! Oh, wait, sh*t. Maybe Jackie's? Or you could try Mandalay. It's not fancy, but they do have large round tables that can comfortably seat a big group and the food is good. Sergio's is also a good call.
  6. Oh, like America needs any training in this regard. You fatsuckers are stone naturals, mes amis. (Look, I came here for an argument! Oh, I'm sorry but this is abuse.) You.
  7. This sounds awesome. I predict it will soon be bumping miniburgers from menus all over town.
  8. Acknowledging the statistically insignificant sample size and the general inapplicability, anyway, of the upcoming truly disgusting anecdote to the canned/preserved/dried foodstuffs under discussion, I recently got very, very, very sick from some Italian sausage carried a few days past the sell-by date at the back of my fridge. I have to say, I've always been on the blase side of the debate about food handling and safety. Call it of the "cook it well and all will be well" persuasion. But oh my. My eyes (not to mention ever other bodily orifice) have been well and truly opened. I am not going through that again. No way, no how. From now on, I'm throwing shit out well before the sell-by date. If necessary, well before the date of actual manufacture. It's all a bit temporally paradoxical. Anyway, veering back on topic, I say you nuke the can from orbit. It's the only way to be sure...
  9. I think you're being a little uptight, tugboat. Read around the forum and you'll see that there are far more seekers after knowledge here than there are dispensers of holy writ. And the whole status insecurity that surrounds the act of buying wine at almost any point in the retail chain is just plain funny, whether the comedy is predicated on ignorance or arrogance. So there.
  10. And props to TT and the bar crew for creating the environment in which the pun "fine wines and cocktails that raise the bar" could flourish. They sure do, and I miss them something grievous.
  11. Didn't P.T. Barnum have a an explanation for this back in 1869? Edited to add: OK, he actually didn't, but someone did. Edited further to add: Too choppy?
  12. That's not the question. This is the question.
  13. Yeah. That made me sad, because I like the original film (OK, and Martina Gedeck) so much. But then I thought: "Hey, they could have cast Tara Reid!"
  14. Yesterday: Julio's, Westborough, MA. (OK wine selection, grrrreat beer cellar.) "Hey honey, look. Red Zinfandel. Get some, that's hard to find!" Anyone in the trade got any good stories?
  15. Yeah. It doesn't make a lot of sense. Tom has had longstanding beefs with both the lack of good wine bars and the general standard of service in town. He finds a place that has both of these advantages in spades plus, let's see what else he liked, good bread, good cheese, good salumi, good produce, and can still only muster one star? Must have been a really dry piece of chicken.
  16. Although not desperate enough to figure out how to type "pain quotidien" into Google or even the not-all-that-unlikely www.painquotidien.com into my browser window, despite the month I have had to mull these options. My reconnaissance on foot has also so far been unsuccessful as I keep walking into lamp posts and tripping over my untied shoelaces. Perhaps you can assist me there, too?
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