Remaining dishes

In the Times food critic Frank Bruni's final column, he listed steps on how to navigate a menu:

Scratch off the appetizers and entrees that are most like dishes you’ve seen in many other restaurants, because they represent this one at its most dutiful, conservative and profit-minded. The chef’s heart isn’t in them.

Scratch off the dishes that look the most aggressively fanciful. The chef’s vanity — possibly too much of it — spawned these.

Then scratch off anything that mentions truffle oil.

Choose among the remaining dishes.

This is my last blog for the summer. So much life has been going on. Merce Cunningham memorial concert, District 9, Terminator, Star Track, Moon , lots of indie free concerts, a publishing job offer (am really bitter I have to go back to school, and as a result, lost the offer), library books at the New York Public Library, teaching justin how to bike at Central Park, beautiful Astoria, shitty neighbors, Montreal, free Norton books, a little thesis writing (not quite enough...) Good friends, good company. New York is where the heart is; Upstate is an overripe banana, long after its sell-by date. I also just found out that the university press can't take any more students as part-timers, and so I've effectively been fired. Hopefully there will be many remaining dishes.