This is the picture posted in the New York Times today about Paula Deen supporters lining up to support her and her restaurant in Savannah, Georgia.
We at ELV hate to get in the middle of racially sensitive issues, but there are dozens of reasons Paula Deen should lose her job at the Food Network, but being a late-middle-aged, racially-insensitive, inarticulate Southern white woman ain’t one of them.*
In case you missed it, Iron Chef America aired Battle Tilapia last night on Food Network.
ELV missed it, because no one gave him fair warning the episode was about to air. We found out at dinner at Due Forni, where they were nice enough to bump the football game for a few minutes to watch us try to treat tilapia as something trenchantly tasteful.
The episode will be repeated this coming Saturday at 5 pm.
Dec. 17th, 2011
5:00 PM ET/PT
Iron Chef Marc Forgione battles young New York-based chef Nick Curtin in Kitchen Stadium.
For the record, Marcella Ruth Schroader Curtas (d.o.b. 8.10.24 – The Official Mother of ELV) insists that we set the record straight about Mrs. Paul’s Fish Sticks. “I never served them to you,” she claims. If not, ELV has no idea where he developed such a loathing for the crispy little fishy fritters.
The trouble with traveling to New York is, you’re usually with people who are under the impression there are things to do there other than eat and drink. – ELV
New York is the greatest restaurant city in the world. – Daniel Boulud
Everyone knows ELV hearts New York City. He’s from Connecticut, lived an hour’s drive from mid-town for five years back in the 80s, and knows the restaurant territory there almost as well as he does Las Vegas’. Amazingly, after at least a hundred trips there, he still gets a tingle whenever he’s awakened from his red-eye slumber to see the sun rising over Manhattan (“Ah, civilization!” are the words and thoughts that immediately spring to his mind.):
After checking in to the Gansevoort Hotel, smack dab in the middle of the meat-packing district, we considered polishing off our hunger at Pastis (right out our window):