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The odd thing about her New Yorker role is that Hannah Goldfield gets to contribute food features to the main part of the magazine while Helen is restricted to restaurant reviews in the Goings On section (which in the print edition are abridged versions of what appears online).

I agree and well done on the accents. ETA copied from your post, I can see the accents on my phone but can't seem to select them.

Going tomorrow. I expect it to be very funny and very moving. I haven't been to Bar Boulud in a century, so dinner there afterwards where I will weep over the pate en croute.

Certainly an unusual movie, Spanish and English. I am happy I saw it. Happy to see Zoë Saldaña in a role that stretched her.

Lazy. Mild souse on hot toast.

Yes, she's easily the best restaurant critic working in New York.

I thought this was going to be a thread about snow but hoping our LA friends are safe from fire @hollywood

Hate those newbies. Thank the lord we don't get them here 😮

These reports are always valuable but I don't know if I'll be there again. My close friends left Ireland so I'd need a reason. But you did remind me of the creamy baked haddock at Scales in Portland, such a dish from my childhood.

The central question is whether there will be snow next Monday when I need to get outta here.

Apparently it's been bought so, oh I remember what we used to say, downhill alert?

"NYC’s most famous steakhouse Keens" No it isn't.

That first link persuades me I was wrong about him getting the prize for Buddenbrooks. The presentation speech is very focused on it.

One fun thing about having a five-year diary is that I can see at a glance it snowed in New York January 6 last year too.

Breakfast, I thought.

I don't know the business model; maybe it's working across the country in areas with less local food media. I would not be buying shares in it. People have moved on. Which is not to sneer; we went from food forums like this one to personal food blogs to Instagram and TikTok, and things won't be static.

Indeed. I felt we were getting the same attention to the food as at the super-expensive next door place. $88 seemed right for three courses of this quality.

The past keeps returning. The Wrong Trousers, astonishingly, was released in 1993. I just saw a kind of sequel at Lincoln Center. Also showing there is Mike Leigh's new film, Hard Truths, which, through it's leading performer, apparently conjures memories of Secrets & Lies, 1996. I haven't watched movies on airplanes for years, but I remember that's how I saw Secrets & Lies when it was new and I remember crying. Guess I need a ticket to this new one.

Maybe one-off contributions from people like movie director Luca Guadgnino don't get an edit, other than for spelling and grammar. This is a badly written piece. But what is annoying is the claim that Mann won the Nobel Prize for Buddenbrooks. The prize is not awarded for specific works, although one can sometimes speculate the a particular book tipped the balance. Buddenbrooks was published in 1901. Mann won the prize twenty-eight years later, not coincidentally, I suspect, four years after he published The Magic Mountain. So the claim makes it look like Guadignino (fair enough, he's a movie director) but also The New Yorker don't really know much about Thomas Mann.

Eater no longer employs a single food critic (sfgate). Looks like he now has a substack.

Did not see that.

Barcelona in the sixties. I just have to get out of here.

Maybe Sietsema should visit.

Oh yes, and The British Museum is Falling Down. Long time ago I read him, I admit.

Well I didn't know that there were people called Schnipper involved in Schnipper's and Hale & Hearty, so I learned something, if not about the soup. I never went to Hale & Hearty because (1) the name and (2) soup, meh.