Here's a fun one, via the Morning News: The proprietor of the French restaurant in Switzerland called Patrizietta was sick of seeing patrons load up on the buffet and waste a bunch of food, so he took matters into his own hands. At La Patrizietta, membership to the Clean Plate Club is free, but you face a fine of five francs if you don't join:
The latest issue of Lapham's Quarterly
is out, and the theme is Death. Hooray! You can read Brent Cunningham's wildly fascinating essay about the last meals of the soon to be executed
online, and I would highly recommend it, if you are into that sort of thing. Or aren't into that sort of thing at ALL but still can't help but be fascinated by the fact that Timothy McVeigh's last meal was two pints of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Really, your palate is so refined that you can tell the difference between lettuces even when they’re smothered in sour cream?
What’s with the line? You don’t have eight minutes?
Ah, O.K., you trust no man who orders his lunch by fax.
And you went to U.C.L.A. and spent your junior year in Oaxaca, and once you’ve tasted the real thing, you can’t just eat at Chipotle.
Besides, burritos aren’t even really Mexican, and don’t get you started on burrito bowls.
Two bucks extra for guacamole?
Here is a delightful Shouts and Murmurs piece about Chipotle, if you’re into that (and why wouldn’t you be, unless you went to U.C.L.A. and spent your junior year in Oaxaca).
Photo: Slam Szapucki