Tea Nazi

Two scruffy bespectacled bohemian guys come through the door. Pausing at the hostess stand they look around, exchange a few words, shrug, and deign to grace us with their presence. They look like pains in the asses. Of course they’re seated in my section. “Good...

Fart

It’s the Saturday night before Valentine’s Day and the Bistro is packed with couples who couldn’t get a reservation for Monday’s cupidinal shakedown party. All the tables are two tops. It’s loud. It’s crazy. Smelling revenue, Fluvio...

Deep Throat

The article in the Washington Post appeared today. Yes, you have to register to see it. Many thanks to Amy Joyce for writing an excellent article. I was happy to contribute. (I’m mentioned on the last page.) Could someone send me a permalink to the story like we...

Things you never want a chef to talk about…..

It’s 3:30 in the afternoon. We have an hour to ourselves before the doors open for dinner. Armando, the sous chef, made something special for us today – steak tagliate; simply dressed with arugula, fresh tomatoes, and superb olive oil. It’s delicious....

6.8 %

It’s Saturday afternoon. I’m standing at the reservation terminal listening to the owner’s latest scheme to become the next Emeril. “This could be big – real big,” Fluvio announces “Which pasta company are you gonna be the...