Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Mercredi, c'est Ravioli.
Meredith goes deep in the Mish, and comes away with 898 words: a breeze. And she does not describe the neighborhood as gritty, which she usually means as: "I clenched my butt cheeks all the way from my car, so hard I had to stand at the bar, wondering why oh why I did not go to union street." But not, she avoids the deer-in-the-headlight commentary on the hood. And her review of Rotisserie Limon is spot on: too small small plates, decent sangria, and we found the chicken plenty flavorful, but maybe that's the luck of the draw.
We're taking suggestions on who should we gripe about, now that Meredith churns out good reviews. Matt Smith? Phil Bronstein? Willie Brown? Another food critic? Or none of the above, and hope for a lapse from Our Lady of the Lobsters?
We're taking suggestions on who should we gripe about, now that Meredith churns out good reviews. Matt Smith? Phil Bronstein? Willie Brown? Another food critic? Or none of the above, and hope for a lapse from Our Lady of the Lobsters?
Comments:
Winky,
it looks like the sub-900 words review are not her decision, but a cost cutting measure from the Weekly. I got a paper copy today, and the cartoons are gone, and it's rather thin, and VVM is struggling. So they might not let her lapse if they keep her leashed at 900 words. Something they should have done from the get go.
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it looks like the sub-900 words review are not her decision, but a cost cutting measure from the Weekly. I got a paper copy today, and the cartoons are gone, and it's rather thin, and VVM is struggling. So they might not let her lapse if they keep her leashed at 900 words. Something they should have done from the get go.
