« Weekend-Long Rhapsodic | Main | Unpacking My Library »

October 08, 2007

Comments

ks

being a regular at puffy's tavern, i have often gazed through the windows over at chanterelle across the street with a quiet sense of longing. there is something about the light pouring through the simple and elegant window dressings....at this point, i have created a mental image of chanterelle that i was afraid it could never live up to. i'm convinced that it has to be the most romantic restaurant in the city and, i'm happy to say, your description of the atmosphere and the dishes you tried there lead me to believe this must be the case. my longing is now a full fledged need. thanks for the review.

as an aside: i'm skeptical of the shaq=batali suggestion, but the more i thought about the keller=federer suggestion, the more i liked it.

ht

given the way that the yankees' season ended last night, i feel like the steinbrenner=chodorow analog is that much more apt. (christ, chodorow is ridiculous -- did you read his full-page ad in the times after bruni panned kobe club?!)

Asad

ramsay=tyson? adria=zidane? bloomfield=pedro martinez?

The comments to this entry are closed.

Ahem

  • If Ayn Rand and Walter Benjamin got in a cage fight and then made up over foie gras, single malt scotch and indie pop, you'd have the delightful adventures of "That Was Probably Awkward." Plus or minus the single malt and foie gras, depending on the week's finances. But always the indie pop. Sad, stirring indie pop. And a decent happy hour.

august 2007

july 2007

june 2007

what we see

search the awkward!


contact | subscribe

stats