Fashion Board--Penske . . . forever!

[Gattigap]

Originally posted by ltl/fb

gatti, is west hollywood westside?

"West" hollywood. Duh.

Actually, I suppose so, but the Westside's boundaries are kinda amorphous to me. Anything west of SM20th, east of (and including) BH and CC, and anyhting south of the SM Mountains?

I defer to our better geographic anthropologists here. Str8?

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
There's a place on the Upper West Side that has fried mac and cheese. I need to try it. I'll have to go back there soon.

There is a place called the Eatery at 9th and 53d (I think -- could be 52d) that has the best motherfucking mac and cheese ever. It's a big bowl and it has superfine sliced fried potatoes on top. I would highly recommend.

Other interesting note -- the Eatery is one of the few places in NYC that serves a bloody caesar. But they don't use Motts clamato and instead use real clam juice (with bits of real clam, so you know it's good). Actually it sucks. Hard. But I don't drink anymore so what the hell do I care. Really. But for heaven's sake. If you are going to make a bloody caesar at least do it correctly.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by nononono
Yes, and I think it's dipped in flour batter before submerging in the oil.

Here - you can do it at home!

http://www.cdkitchen.com/recipes/rec...ars36503.shtml

I am currently reading Thomas Friedman's The World Is Flat and I had been growing concerned about our country's competitive advantage in the future. But when I see innovation like that, I know our place is secure.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
Avoid the poppy seed if you think you might be drug tested soon.

Yr imgnry pal,

etc.

Dude. Things have gotten a lot more sophisticated than they were in your day. The tests can screen poppy seeds from heroin and can actually distinguish pseudofed from speed.
Imagine that. They also have a temperature range sensitivity so your damn whizzinator is just not going to work. FYI.

[SlaveNoMore]

greatwhitenorthchick
But I don't drink anymore so what the hell do I care

God, this day just keeps getting worse

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Dude. Things have gotten a lot more sophisticated than they were in your day. The tests can screen poppy seeds from heroin and can actually distinguish pseudofed from speed.
Imagine that. They also have a temperature range sensitivity so your damn whizzinator is just not going to work. FYI.

Plus I can get the woman at the cafe to testify that I get poppyseed bagels a lot. And I think a lot of the executive's admins get lunch there.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
Plus I can get the woman at the cafe to testify that I get poppyseed bagels a lot. And I think a lot of the executive's admins get lunch there.

Do NOT get the sesame seed anymore. I'm plotting to have sesame seeds banned from all food. Except hamburger buns - where they belong.

[nononono]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
Not until I make a terducken, and that may be a while.

I know, I know, we're not on the food board, but is it too early to use squash in a recipe?

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
I don't drink anymore

Why not?

And I love sesame seed bagels, toasted with cream cheese, so get over it miss NFH.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
Ron Popeil says that the next hot trend is deep fried pickles.

Now I really really like pickles and all, and I hate the fact that you can't really get good pickles here, but that sounds disgusting.

A restaurant near me serves deep fried pickle chips. They're nto bad. Kind of like salt 'n vinegar potato chips. I agree regarding a whole deep-fried pickle, though.

What kind of candy bars do they deep fry? Because there is only one right way to eat a Reese's, or a Snickers for that matter: frozen.

[Sidd Finch]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
Not until I make a terducken, and that may be a while.

If you make a turducken, invite me over. I'll bring the deep fried dessert.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by nononono
I know, I know, we're not on the food board, but is it too early to use squash in a recipe?

Too early in the morning? What kind of squash?

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
Why not?

And I love sesame seed bagels, toasted with cream cheese, so get over it miss NFH.

Sesame seeds are oily and disgusting. Think of all the calories you'll save by just going with poppy seed instead of the sesame. Think.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
I am currently reading Thomas Friedman's The World Is Flat and I had been growing concerned about our country's competitive advantage in the future. But when I see innovation like that, I know our place is secure.

That book prompted one of my favorite book reviews ever:

• I think it was about five months ago that Press editor Alex Zaitchik whispered to me in the office hallway that Thomas Friedman had a new book coming out. All he knew about it was the title, but that was enough; he approached me with the chilled demeanor of a British spy who has just discovered that Hitler was secretly buying up the world’s manganese supply. Who knew what it meant—but one had to assume the worst
  
  "It's going to be called The Flattening," he whispered. Then he stood there, eyebrows raised, staring at me, waiting to see the effect of the news when it landed. I said nothing.
  
  It turned out Alex had bad information; the book that ultimately came out would be called The World Is Flat. It didn't matter. Either version suggested the same horrifying possibility. Thomas Friedman in possession of 500 pages of ruminations on the metaphorical theme of flatness would be a very dangerous thing indeed. It would be like letting a chimpanzee loose in the NORAD control room; even the best-case scenario is an image that could keep you awake well into your 50s.
  
  So I tried not to think about it. But when I heard the book was actually coming out, I started to worry. Among other things, I knew I would be asked to write the review. The usual ratio of Friedman criticism is 2:1, i.e., two human words to make sense of each single word of Friedmanese. Friedman is such a genius of literary incompetence that even his most innocent passages invite feature-length essays. I'll give you an example, drawn at random from The World Is Flat. On page 174, Friedman is describing a flight he took on Southwest Airlines from Baltimore to Hartford, Connecticut. (Friedman never forgets to name the company or the brand name; if he had written The Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa would have awoken from uneasy dreams in a Sealy Posturepedic.) Here's what he says:
  
  I stomped off, went through security, bought a Cinnabon, and glumly sat at the back of the B line, waiting to be herded on board so that I could hunt for space in the overhead bins.
  
  Forget the Cinnabon. Name me a herd animal that hunts. Name me one.
  
  This would be a small thing were it not for the overall pattern. Thomas Friedman does not get these things right even by accident. It's not that he occasionally screws up and fails to make his metaphors and images agree. It's that he always screws it up. He has an anti-ear, and it's absolutely infallible; he is a Joyce or a Flaubert in reverse, incapable of rendering even the smallest details without genius. The difference between Friedman and an ordinary bad writer is that an ordinary bad writer will, say, call some businessman a shark and have him say some tired, uninspired piece of dialogue: Friedman will have him spout it. And that's guaranteed, every single time. He never misses.
  
  On an ideological level, Friedman's new book is the worst, most boring kind of middlebrow horseshit. If its literary peculiarities could somehow be removed from the equation, The World Is Flat would appear as no more than an unusually long pamphlet replete with the kind of plug-filled, free-trader leg-humping that passes for thought in this country. It is a tale of a man who walks 10 feet in front of his house armed with a late-model Blackberry and comes back home five minutes later to gush to his wife that hospitals now use the internet to outsource the reading of CAT scans. Man flies on planes, observes the wonders of capitalism, says we're not in Kansas anymore. (He actually says we're not in Kansas anymore.) That's the whole plot right there. If the underlying message is all that interests you, read no further, because that's all there is.

Oh, but the book review goes on.

[Sidd Finch]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
A restaurant near me serves deep fried pickle chips. They're nto bad. Kind of like salt 'n vinegar potato chips. I agree regarding a whole deep-fried pickle, though.

What kind of candy bars do they deep fry? Because there is only one right way to eat a Reese's, or a Snickers for that matter: frozen.

I think Mars bars are the ur-candy for deep-frying, but chefs have been branching into Snickers and many other candy bars. You just can't keep a lid on that sort of culinary creativity.