I think a better analogy is Donna Summer, who discovered too late that Adam and Steve were the ones buying her records.

I don’t really see that. Nadia G is in-your-face blue collar neighborhood cuisine. Sandra Lee hangs out in the Hamptons with my state’s Governor and pimps expensive, oversalted pre-prepared food to people who can’t afford it.

I would really love to have Nadia G back.

I don’t get the context for this being a joke. St Valentine was an immigrant in Rome who got martyred for performing the wrong kind of weddings.

I’m not sure where anyone got the idea that deliberately offending a huge chunk of your potential customer base is a good idea.

There’s a grapefruit version of limoncello called Pamplemousse, and it’s really good.

And if that’s where she works, it’s good that she can roll with it. But it’s not up to her to tell her customers how to know their place.

The first rule of etiquette is that you don’t use it to make other people uncomfortable (at least, Miss Manners says so, and she is also old and should know). So unless your table is doing something to disturb other diners, I don’t see how being judgy before they have a chance to sit down is something a hospitality…

Unemployable sadists?

Espresso does the same thing.

I was just watching a documentary about Elaine Stritch where she talked quite a bit about giving up alcohol, and then about having a shot of Fernet Branca every day (which I totally get, but alcohol by volume, 39%). Maybe because it’s seen as medicinal?

That’s because Bernie is significantly to her right in every area where he actually has a plan.

Oh, lord have mercy, do you not have access to Google News? Surely you could find something less irresponsible and stupid to get your page clicks from.

No, he’s being lauded for pointing out politely that the jackass was laying out a rationale for getting switched. He didn’t threaten to do it (as much as Hughley may have admired him for it).

Probably already tastes like it.

but nobody had any way to know if they pulled it off without seeing it. If anything, the involvement of the original cast suggested endorsement.

OK, that’s where you lose me. I don’t see his personal aesthetic (which I process as roided small man squeezed into WalMart’s Tom Wolfe Garage Sale Collection) as dapper.

The hall is a real place—the first of its kind in America

people had plenty of other reasons to not care for the movie before and after its release

Rosario Dawson’s choices make so much sense in this context.