mmm. boozey.

as much as i loved frank bruni's restaurant reviews in the times, i'm really enjoying sam sifton's poetic writing style:

A pitcher of sangria slakes thirsts developed on the walk down Mulberry Street in the dank humidity of an early summer evening.

[full review here]

if that doesn't make you want to frequent that restaurant then i think you should have your taste buds checked.

a golden mourning

a short dialogue regarding the sad death of golden gal rue mcclanahan

me: betty white must be so sad!

my sister: betty white must be nervous.

end dialogue