Wow, I followed the link to gawker and this, which I'm really enjoying.
They have a "beauty pageant" twice a night!
Sauce is totally disempowering. Ask alameida!
I reproduce here the collected works of Ogged's Cock:
Yes, that's the gaping hole where Labs' sphincter used to be.
Well, on the sauces and sharing, he's probably in a good position to make an empirical judgment on the subject.
I think his fantasy that two single girls would drop into for lunch, on their own, is a bit much. Unless they were lesbians.
Sorry about stepping on this.
Truly, I look at any restaurant that grills as a hotbed of feminism.
Nothing's sexier than a cock with a hair scruchie around it.
A cock clamped in one of those big barettes?
Hilarious. Best part is the typo at the end, where the article is credited to [NYT]. I had to mouseover just to be sure.
I've gotta say, about the original article, this is what's great about the New Yorker. 300 words into a 667 word piece about how offended this guy is that someone would call his establishment "upscale hooters", the writer reveals that the light fixtures are boob-shaped. Brilliant.
That was classic. Although I found myself wondering if it was fair -- are we talking boob-shaped, like, with nipples, or is there overinterpretation of a domed form here?
The salt and pepper shakers are boob-shaped too. Do you think you have to milk them to get the salt out?
I'm curious enough to want to go see the place.
I'm curious enough to want to go see the place.
Take a female friend and share a plate, just so it happens once.
Scrunchies remove precious "visual inches".
You could use a miniture scrunchy for the illusion of giganticism. And put some dollhouse furniture nearby.
I'll just draw fake ruler marks directly on it. Thanks for the tip though.
Thanks for the tip
As the prostitute said to the leper....
I'm gonna assume that someone who comments here, or at least reads comments here, has eaten there, and will comment in this thread before it reaches 100 comments (which, admittedly, it might never do). We have enough New Yorkers, the place seats a zillion people if I'm remembering correctly, and it's been positively reviewed in the recent past.
Are you admitting something, w/d?
I'm still waiting for the part where it's so hot that someone's nipples are melting.
Yes, that I read New York Magazine restaurant reviews regularly.
10, millions of Cosmo readers saw that episode of Sex and the City that declared the scrunchie too uncool to wear anywhere in public. You've got to do something with 'em...