Breaking Martorano’s balls – Part Deux

He’s toned down the tats to be sure, but this guy obviously is so impressed with himself that he should be permanently enshrined in the HotChickswithDouchebags Hall of Fame. Whether he truly qualifies as a “celebrity chef” is doubtful (his food doesn’t even make the playoffs), but the Rio has staked a lot on his tough-guy–Sopranos-wannabe-chef reputation….so we thought we’d let you bask in his aura one more time. But come on Steve… let’s face it….the Sopranos are soooo 2006 wouldn’t you agree?

B & B RISTORANTE

CAN’T STOP THE MUSIC!

One of the ways a guy knows he’s middle-aged is when he sees a woman walking with her daughter and they both look good to him. And a sure fire way to tell if you’re too old or jaded to worship at a celebrity chef shrine is whether you think basking in some Food Network God’s absentee aura is worth the price of his ruining your meal – with things that have nothing to do with his cooking. Take that chef’s taste in music for example…PLEASE!

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Bartolotta Ristorante di Mare shamelessly imitated in New York

I heart New York. I really do. I travel there at least twice a year and used to live within an hour of Restaurant Row (just off of Times Square) on West 46th Street.

And nobody, outside of a native, loves New York restaurants more than I do. I can wax poetic about Big Apple eateries from Gray’s Papaya to Patsy’s Pizzeria; wd-50 to Le Bernadin; BLT Fish to Bar Boulud. But it’s become increasingly evident that the New York food scene, cutting edge though it may be, is also capable of shamelessly imitating what’s already happened in Vegas, and claiming it as its own.

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