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Barbara
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Well, I certainly hope not. First off, there are enough snooty restaurants around, and we don't need another one, at least not in DC . New york is much worse on this issue.

The second thing, is I really do not like anyone ordering for me. Then again, I know how to behave in a restaurant and what to eat.

Third, and most importantly, it sounds like the food is absolute sh*t.

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The second thing, is I really do not like anyone ordering for me.

Agreed, although personally preferable to New York's former Papillon restaurant (mentioned in Bill Buford's piece on pastry chef Will Goldfarb in the same issue), where the menu included "a dish that required the customer to be blindfolded and bound..."

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Agreed, although personally preferable to New York's former Papillon restaurant (mentioned in Bill Buford's piece on pastry chef Will Goldfarb in the same issue), where the menu included "a dish that required the customer to be blindfolded and bound..."
I was neither blindfolded nor bound (dadgummit) when Waitman and I had dinner at Papillon a number of years ago but I was blown away by a superb dinner.
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I will say that there is a big difference between being blindfolded and bound by a brilliant chef (or slurping a dish off someone's back, which I believe was also done at Papillon) in a little avant-gard-ish attempt to see what happens -- and taking part in a pointless celebrity cluster-fuck consisting of 4 clebrities, eight beautiful people, a dozen socialites with more money than taste, and 50 wannabes from Jersey.

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