Small Bites From A Year’s Feast of Reviews The Blue Man “...This tiny French restaurant, located in the unlikely town of Lemon Grove, is the most exciting one I’ve discovered in the four years I've …
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Stories by Jeff Weinstein
I asked for a dinner of stuffed mushrooms, and was served a visually beautiful dish of dark circlets sitting in white glistening sauce, out of which bean sprouts grew like hair.
In a previous column I suggested that one kind of restaurant which deserves to be the object of review is the "pretentious-enough-to-warrant-some-kind-of-critical-response" establishment, because "the public should not be ripped-off." Calling attention to shortcomings is …
The menu changes every day. Every day! That went out years ago in most places. They do real cooking, so you can always say "the cook got drunk and the cat fell in the stew" or something.
Should a reviewer “pan” a struggling restaurant, if it is sincerely bad? Should the reviewer bother to talk about a place which “everyone knows" is good and will prosper whether or not the review is written.
I sympathize with "Suan" — Edie Sedgewick — asking this simple question about the running dialogue in part of Ciao! Manhattan, a film at the Academy Theater, because I wondered, in a larger way, to …
Some waiters are more adept than others in understanding that you don’t want MSG in your food (all Chinese restaurants I’ve eaten in use too much MSG unless you request otherwise).
The jukebox switched to “Funkier Than A Mosquiter’s Tweeter” and most of the people at the bar started mouthing the words. One man shooting pool almost hit our soups with his cue. Someone in the room screamed.