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Emily is our favorite waitron at Marche Bacchus, while Ashley has appeared so often on Eating Las Vegas, she practically deserves an Irving G. Thalberg Lifetime Achievement Award for Hot Hostessing.
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Emily is our favorite waitron at Marche Bacchus, while Ashley has appeared so often on Eating Las Vegas, she practically deserves an Irving G. Thalberg Lifetime Achievement Award for Hot Hostessing.
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When a fellow critic says something truly idiotic (in print no less) along the lines of: “The cheeses at Morels are every bit as ripe and well conditioned as anything I’ve had at Robuchon or Savoy,” ELV has two choices: he can either let the stench of such know-nothingness hang in the air like the odor of sun-baked Limburger, or he can set the record straight (and, once again, call out the never-ending cheer-leading that passes for food reporting in our humble burg).
Guess which path we’re taking?
In case you haven’t noticed, ELV is going a little light on the posts and articles this week.
Due to some circumstances beyond his control, and some within, he has decided to take a few days off and give his brain, mouth, fingers and liver a rest.
He’s also hoping the respite might rekindle his appetites and inspiration for food writing — since nothing he’s eaten in the past year has done the trick.
You can expect regular postings commence a-new this weekend.
Best and bon appetit,
ELV