The pull-quotable cut of meat
1) “I hate where we are today. I hate the Internet. I hate the instant-news cycle,” Levine says, cutting into a juicy pink veal chop. (via)
2) But Sandra’s own upcoming memoir, “Sleeping with Bozo and Other Clowns,” will depict him as a pathological liar and cheater.
“He lied about everything,” Sandra told us. “If he ate two steaks, he said, ‘I ate seven.’ ” (via)
I’m starting to believe that A.O. Scott is the nation’s foremost feminist thinker. And that Jon Krakauer = Seymour Hersh + Elizabeth Gilbert. Is it still summer?
Today’s recommended historical photo gallery: rare shots of Amelia Earhart.
There was a month of fiery happiness. Then six kinked years of suffering.
Happy one-year, NYC!*
*all anniversaries on this blog are gross approximations.
Best name for a pilgrim?
The lease on the 3,200-square-foot shop, on the south side of 42nd Street between Sixth Avenue and Broadway, runs through January, at which point executives will decide whether a store all about toaster pastries makes long-term sense. (via)