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Building a stockpile against tariffs I see.

muffin anglais?

Totally agree. ETA: Although the newer M.F.Dulock gives/gave them a run for their money for certain things (but not aged beef, or wagyu-ish things). I use the possible past tense because Michael Dulock fell seriously ill a couple of years ago, and the shop passed to other hands. In that time I've had other things on my mind than meat, so haven't checked out what it's like under the new ownership.

Were you at the main Cambridge location on Huron Ave or at their other store in Kendall? Savenor's is a great butcher's store, with a bit of this and a bit of that added on here and there, but I can't see how it even begins to compare with FK in any other respect: cheese, charcuterie, grains and pastas, jams, etc. Plus, their baked goods and prepared foods.

Googling Knot New Yorker seems to take you to a link that can be opened by anyone.

I nominate you too. After the hardship we endured years apart on Long Island surely you cannot disregard me?

That's my go-to method, too, but I add a pat of ghee. Still, last Sunday the asparagus from Formaggio Ktichen (the mothership in Cambridge) was young enough that by the time the water evaporated the tips of the spears had seared slightly.

All I can say is this: were I to ever suffer the hardship of eating your food, I'd grin.

Lovely-looking asparagus^*. How did you cook it? ^* As is everything else. Were I half the food photographer you are (and a quarter the cook) I'd be a happy man.

Big fans, too. Enough to get, out of curiosity, "Hieronymus Bosch: The Complete Works." There's some weird shit in there.

Hey! You better wash your mouth out with soap.

Now you're stigmatizing us 5 pm diners. I do it because I often have a 5 am awakening the next morning and need to go to bed early on weekday nights. Plus, it's quieter.

I should add, if it needs adding, that this was another spectacular meal. I had the longer format tasting menu, and there was hardly a foot placed wrong, even a toe. Oddly, it's the smallest things that leave the largest impressions: The splendid, unadorned clean taste of the belon oysters. The succulence of the white asparagus. The creaminess of the uni atop the pascoline. Not to knock the superbness of everything else. Two weeks-ish ago I was eating in Paris, and this meal was better than any I had there.

I dine, on those occasions when I can call shoveling food down my mouth "dining", at the currently unfashionable hour of 5. At that hour there are vacant seats, based on a few experiences last fall, and again today. (On game night, the evening I was there, it was pretty full.) But, empty seats at time x does not mean available seats. There may be legs walking to propel their bums to occupy those very seats at time x + epsilon.

"many find eating out alone to be rife with awkwardness and judgment." I ate solo at Foxface tonight and my experience wasn't rife with any of that. Get with the Krishna program will you Foxface?