Six thumbs up — Anonymous
Here’s a budding trend ripe for nipping: The tip jar at Amy’s Bread in the Village is now labeled the “karma cup.” If there are countinghouses in the afterlife, I’m taking another look at...
View ArticleChipped china for sale
The sad news is not that the Strand Diner on 96th has closed — I can still smell the morning I stopped in years ago when something had definitely died on the premises and I only hoped it was not a...
View ArticleOtherwise, no girls allowed
Second prize would go to the business improvement district that’s staging a chefs-on-parade event to raise money to pretty up the streetscape while so many people are taking it in the gut thanks to...
View ArticleStyles resolution: New Rolodex
Speaking of bit players who are always the heroes in their own stories, the pantload whose schtick is “self-worth through girth” has some nerve pontificating about the tired routine the Maroons still...
View ArticleAnd it’s warm where he sat
Mr. Maroon must have worn out his welcome at all his usual plugola places (excuse me, op-ed pages) because he has been reduced to contributing to the cheapest outlet in town. And of course the boss got...
View ArticleApologists accepted
For the first time I almost felt sorry for Molto Ego, after Jay Rayner flew in to have his gimlet-eyed way with him. You could almost understand why the guy is challenging a certain debunker to a...
View ArticleMojitos don’t need no stinking bitters
Only two Maroons would go to Cuba and complain that the food wasn’t cutting edge. For Che’s sake, can you say embargo? And poor people? But then as a travel writer friend noted, they were clearly just...
View Article52 reasons, all in a line
Then again, what if they gave awards and nobody cared? The Maroons must be wondering that right now, since the only coverage I caught was on WNYC, and reflexive at that. Which is amusing, considering...
View ArticleDid someone say Pudlo?
One of the silliest notions touted all week was that a 19th-century guidebook to Paris was the Zagat of its time. What, the producer surveyed strangers and stitched together “quotes,” with no personal...
View ArticleSpin, PR wheels
As I Tweeted on reading about the Minneapolis freelancer who shocked, shocked his editors by asking for freebies in rating bars: Old media apparently expects contributors to turn water into wine. “Zero...
View ArticleAll fat husbands are alike
One of the more amazing displays of audio hubris in recent history came when Mrs. Maroon hijacked a radio segment on restaurant reviewing in the Age of Yelp. Imagine Hungry Girl calling in and yapping...
View ArticleFree meals, RT on the C train
One reason I wait all week to process my thoughts before ranting: When I saw the Maroons touting rankings for fast food, I thought they looked like toothless crack whores before internet porn took over...
View ArticlePetra and the pour-over remorse
In fud politics, I’ll admit to being beyond entertained by the uproar over the 50 Most BS awards. As I Tweeted, the biggest mistake the presenters made was not starting with journalism awards — first...
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