Bad Manners Part Deux

This week on KNPR-Nevada Public Radio (www.knpr.org), we continue our editorial on what should happen when unappetizing things (e.g. a piece of twisted metal) get found in your food. Instead of my usual witty and insightful bon mots, I allowed Steven “The Fat Guy” Shaw, John “Noodles” Mariani, and Alan “The Hitman” Richman to weigh in on this weighty subject, and the commentary consists of my mellifluous voice quoting and paraphrasing their opinions on the subject. In other words, Tom Sawyer-like, I convinced them to do my script writing for me. Pretty nifty, eh?

Click here to hear my weekly commentary on News 88.9 FM-Nevada Public Radio

Food For Thought-Bad Manners

On this week’s Food For Thought-heard on Nevada Public Radio (www.knpr.org)- we address the “free dessert” dodge that restaurants use to (try to) placate a customer when something goes really wrong with a meal. I don’t know about you, but I’d consider a piece of twisted metal in my gnocchi a definite buzz kill….worthy of more reparation than a lousy piece of cheesecake.

BTW: the offending restaurant was B&B Ristorante (Molto Mario’s place) in the Venetian.

Click here to hear this week’s commentary on KNPR-Nevada Public Radio.

Click here to hear my past review of B&B Ristorante on KNPR-Nevada Public Radio.

Breaking Martorano’s Balls

We don’t know what’s more offensive about this ode to the Sopranos in the Rio: the glare, the stare, the unappetizing tats, or the $23 meatball on the menu.

The egotistical entreaty: “Don’t break my balls.” printed on the menu is a lame, preemptive strike against any Paulie Walnuts wannabe who might complain about the excessive prices, and the highly mediocre Southern Italian food. Single diners aren’t allowed at tables (even when the place is empty, and likely to remain that way for hours), and no one is allowed to drink cocktails in the dining room for fear of corrupting such innovative recipes as chicken parmagiana and veal marsala.

That $23 meatball, is no joke either, and whether you are a meatball, or just love them, you’ll find better ones at Rao’s just down the street.