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A very random recommendation - we stopped by Puligny Montrachet because we already had plans for Paris and Lyon and then Pim suddenly announced a popup dinner at the COMO hotel*, where Montrachet - one of the fancy restaurants in town - is. Dinner was lovely and it was great to see her again after a long while (although I think we're now officially recruited for harvest in NZ), and we were gifted ajar of incredible Nam Prik, but more usefully I wanted to recommend Caveau de Puligny-Montrachet which is nominally a wine shop but realistically the town pub - except other than lager you can drink Montrachet 1er Cru btg or buy bottles of Grand Cru from the best producers. On the way I was reminded of the many times we stopped at Chagny station and got someone from Lameloise to come pick us up. I sort of want to go back there but also worried about what it's like vs 20+ years ago. * apparently Nahm, her Bangkok restaurant is at the COMO hotel there.

The final standings are sent by fax from FIFA headquarters a couple of weeks ahead of time. Spain is likely able to pay the most.

The original write-up identifies the commercial soda, as much a tarragon lemonade* as Fanta is orange juice. I'm not sure if the flourish in the best-of list was added by forgetful humans or an LLM. Why would LVD be shadow banned? Is the times still upset that they let Priya wait? * traditionally made sparkling and weirdly Georgian by mixing lemon juice and baking soda

I think Foxface sandwiches was the first of those, and I don't think it was a restaurant.

Gives the impression that there aren't 100 proper restaurants in nyc that are any good. Is that true? Anyway, a very weird list indeed.

Also sperm oil is made from whale as it was found to be far more efficient than the other way!

Also the vinegar, and of course the money.

I thought it's been eradicated in this country

The children didn't go to college (drinking school) and before college they're more closely monitored than ever before. They also have access to very cheap and effective drugs that make a martini seem like an incredibly expensive way to get a buzz on. The serious eaters and drinkers are on GLP-1, boomers are at an age when their doctor asks them to be kinder to their liver, bankers are running away from nyc, journos (as heavy on booze as on coke) no longer exist, people read just sufficiently many word to believe that if they drink at all they will die of ass cancer on the spot.

You were heard - the PR food is Iberian and Brazilian!

Remember Le Coq Rico?

It is very surprising given how emblematic it is to see the chickens spinning over potatoes in any Jewish town.

Well... I wonder how the amex Blackbird resy tock thing is going to work out.

Is she running the place now? I didn't hear anything about that

It's been closed for 2 years now.