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Louis Comfort Tiffany has an extensive oeuvre in painting and drawing, never mind the glass. I saw a lot of his work at the Nassau Museum of Art today. Maybe I knew but forgot, who knows? I did not expect some vast Serra pieces in the sculpture garden. (Yes, it was the best possible weather to be wandering around a sculpture garden in March, even if the grass was a bit squelchy.)

Research reveals that the truffles are shaved over the olives. If there’s a sidecar at least it’s a big cocktail. And the trouble is that it’s 10 minutes walk from where I am having dinner on my birthday. Thanks for the temptation guys.

Yes, I stopped to peer through the window in excited anticipation.

Foxface aside, this must be my favorite New York restaurant of the last couple of years. For whatever reason, I always get the soignée treatment. Mr Winterman was not around last night (traveling) but the sommelier/manager knows me. There must be a note against my name, as I don't go here that often. Reason for the visit, as last time, new things on the menu I wanted to try. First oysters with a cranberry mignonette; interesting choice not to serve a lemon wedge (couple next to me didn't get lemon either). Then, new to me, cabbage with egg yolk, crushed walnuts and generously sliced Perigord truffles. As with the oeufs en meurette I loved last time, this kitchen can do good things without meat or fish. Comped: Small bites of wagyu carpaccio and maitake mushrooms on croutons, rich Worcestershire sauce reduction. New again, perfect beef short ribs, beer-mustard sauce, spaetzle and baby turnips. Cheeses: Quimby, Maroilles, Blue Yonder and - comped - Gubbeen. My espresso was comped too. So $200 before tip, but almost half of that must have been wine (I started with champagne). As always, two people splitting a bottle could get out for less than BTG options. Looking over it now, it was a huge meal. Very good.

I had a great dinner at Francie tonight, conscious that I will be seeing Hinds about 20 yards away in a couple of weeks. Maybe I should invite Ana and Carlotta to Peter Luger’s after the show. I don’t think before the show would be good, given all their jumping around.

My daughter fantasizes about taking over my whole library. That would be nuts. It’s just too big. Take the valuable stuff.

I don’t associate Leff with big laughs. I should scroll back and see if he’s done any more of those.

I have to admit, this is funny.

That made me look him up. He is still churning it out.

I will say that the Soumaintrain goes on forever; not only large but so rich.

I was going to photograph my At the Wallace cheeseburger (make it a double) transferred to my low carb bun but I ate it and forgot. Next time.

Ah, I missed that news.

Do you mean Pitchfork has changed? It clearly still exists and publishes reviews.

I'm sure you're right, I just missed it. @Sneakeater Maybe reviews in news outlets? As someone who reads the NYRB, the LRB and the TLS I don't feel short of reviews.

I have to let everyone know, Miller's Girl must be one of the worst movies I have ever seen. It's worth watching to bask in the awfulness (if you have $6.99 to throw away). Martin Freeman and Jenna Ortega are good actors, but what can they do with this script? Watching it, I kept saying "Nobody talks like that." Certainly not teenage schoolgirls, even the weirdest ones. Ortega has made a specialty of very creepy young girls, but she is pushed into self parody here. Freeman's teacher buddy is so annoying you want to punch him. And his wife, well she appears to be a chronic alcoholic author but such a successful one that they can live in a vast and gorgeous mansion (Freeman plays a teacher, so he's not paying for it). I suspect few Ortega fans will know or care who Henry Miller is, but the cream on the cake is the idea of assigning Henry Miller as an author who can teach you things about the structure of short stories. It's not quite as funny as Clint Eastwood's character reading Yeats in the original Gaelic in Million Dollar Baby...but it's pretty funny. Of course, introducing Henry Miller is an excuse to have Freeman and Ortega get awkwardly smutty. Clearly this movie is going to live in my memory much longer than better ones. ETA: I forgot. Also funny is Freeman's reaction to reading a sexy story written by Ortega. Not meant to be funny.

That's fair; I was thinking more of the Times giving up on weekly reviews. They've kept to a weekly schedule for many years.

Really reminds me of “Waiting for Me.”

The question is, has the Times given up too? ETA I meant to say in a more appropriate thread that Rosner has reviewed Le B. this week, but I haven’t read it yet. Right now, she is the weekly restaurant reviewer for the city.

Not often seen in these parts.

Sad. Last thing I recall was his work on “Curb Your Enthusiasm.”

So beautiful.

Interesting to see them very much as a duo. The old videos always featured all four band members.

Here it is (showed up from YouTube in my email, apparently because I clicked to get updates from Hinds).

Indeed. Coffee and, apparently, cigarettes. Pretty song with a fuzzbox guitar solo from Carlotta.