Snickers

I love cheese. I love dessert. They are not the same thing.

Once, after finishing a meal at a friend's house, he emerged from the kitchen with a plate of cheese. It's not that I'd never heard of such a thing before. It was like eating tapas, or having tea at 4 o'clock: delicious, a change. I ate the cheese. There was honey involved. It was very nice!

Dessert then never came. That was OK, too!

Then, the cocktail hour at people's houses started replicating what comes to the table at the beginning of a meal at an Italian or French restaurant: Chewy breadsticks with olive oil? Along with that damned cheese course. And no dessert.  read more »

Is it too middle-American to declare that cheese, even if it is a last course, cannot be a substitute for dessert?

An irregular dispatch from our men's blog, The Cockpit. Here's Your Change Back, Missy Today seems to be International Women's Day, though, really, who woulda known? Even our ladyfriends over at The Catbox just gave it a lil' round-up.

In England, the Independent goes for it in a big way though—today they're all Women only own 1% of land, men make 9 out of 10 films. Well, buy an apartment and start shooting some movies, lazy ladies!  read more »

Or, you know, consider this. Women also had 100% of the babies. Is the Independent trying to say that silly movies are more important than cute little babies? Does the Independent hate cute little babies that much?

Besides, the Independent sorta blew their wad in late February, with an article called Cheated at birth; apparently Baroness von Something discovered that women make like, less than men do. 71 cents for every dollar. Because, you know, no men ever works as sole financial provider for a household. Anyway, what the fuck can you get for 71 cents? Even a Snickers bar costs 85 cents now. --Choire "Mmmm, Snickers!" Sicha

Dining at Per Se is a euphoric, dizzying experience.  read more »

Sapa, a new restaurant on a dingy block in Chelsea, is named after a mountain town in North Vietnam,  read more »