Contemporary American haute cuisine is so crazy because it's founded on radical nothingness.
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So... you're saying fancy food is crazy because it's powered by zero-point energy?
Posted by: rone | June 07, 2005 at 04:37 PM
Yeah--that's how they get the stoves so hot.
Posted by: ben wolfson | June 07, 2005 at 04:57 PM
the poem was good, but this, even more so, makes me happy.
Posted by: text | June 13, 2005 at 06:39 PM