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October 08, 2007



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.


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?!)


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

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