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Saturday Night Lite
BY Bobo Brooks
Let me tell you a story to illustrate that we are living in a pusillanimous age. I was in New Orleans last Saturday night, dining with a wonderful group of people at a culinary landmark called Antoine's. Our host had arranged for a remorseless avalanche of delicious food, served in prodigious 19th-century style. There were about six appetizers, including oysters, foie gras and various lobster confabulations. There were main courses aplenty - fish, then crab, then steak.
Then dessert floated onto the table: a meringue pie roughly the size of a football helmet. And with it came coffee, but not just any coffee. It was called "devil's brew." A copper bowl was put in the middle of the table with some roiling mixture of brandy-ish spirits inside. Coffee was poured in and the concoction set aflame.
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Bobo is in boboland.. In boboland people go to New Orleans and eat froi gras and crab...
Ignor the drivel the follows...(WHO CARES BOBO! Bobo avoids the decaf because it gives him gas....)
BASICALLY THIS COLUMN IS WHORING NONNEWS SHIT...
http://nytimes.com/2005/03/12/opinion/12brooks.html?hpWrite NYTIMES and get Bobo the heave ho!
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