Go home. Tell your boss it’s for your own safety. Maybe it’s the heat or people who are waiting to go on summer vacation, but it seems that there’s madness in the city. I should have known it was getting bad when I spotted this tree with a ring of cheese curls around it.
The madness certainly seems to have infected Todd Kliman of Washingtonian. If you didn’t catch his chog this week, you missed out on more than 20 paragraphs (20!) of his take on recent food-focused movies – No Reservations and Ratatouille. (The average food review seems to be about five to seven paragraphs.) His critique of No Reservations focuses more on casting choices and comparing it to the German original, Mostly Martha, with only a brief mention of the food. Then, he brings it back home with a look at the critic, Anton Ego, in Ratatouille. Please, Todd, stick to the food. We want verbal food porn. I dig wiping the drool off my keyboard.
P.S. Could you please write “spoiler alert” next time? Not everyone has seen the movie. Thanks.
A new source for rocket fuel
Better start practicing the art of building your own salad. Chop’t Creative Salad Company will be opening its first DC-area location in Penn Quarter on 7th Street in September. Over 60 salad ingredients and 26 types of salad dressing will be available. Particularly interesting is the fat-free Rocket Fuel salad dressing, which is “popular with New York fashion models,” but sounds more like a laxative than it probably should. Nonetheless, the place sounds like a great new lunch option.
