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People are always complaining to ELV by saying things like: “You’re such a snob. Why are you so elitist?” To which ELV replies: “So what’s your point?”
I’m not as fat as I could be nor as thin as I should be. – Elmer Dills*
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* When ELV was beginning his second career as a food writer in the early ’90s, he called and wrote a number of restaurant critics to get some tips on practicing the craft. Dills was one of the few who returned his call. (Alan Richman and John Mariani were the others.) He couldn’t have been more gracious and helpful, and it was during that conversation that he spoke the above words to us. R.I.P. Elmer Dills.
ELV wants to know: What were all you forty-something folks reading 20-25 years ago when it came to naming your female offspring?
Ashleys are more prominent around these here parts than chefs with disgusting tattoos.
Not that ELV minds, mind you. Especially when being seated by Ashley at Jaleo:
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…or by Ashley at Simon:
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In fact, if every hostess looked like either Ashley or Ashley, ELV would be equally pleased.
Come to think of it, it wouldn’t matter to us if their names were Bertha and Hortense.