It's your own fault
Poor Mr. Ecks. He's the owner of the Chez Casa di Trattoria della Parma. (The names have been changed to protect the innocent.) He's upset because his special deal -- half-price squab covered with nightingale tongues and a side of mashers on alternate Sundays -- wasn't included in my Top Ten today.
Well, tough, Mr. Ecks. I've been asking for suggestions for a week. What, you're too modest to post your own specials? So you should have had your mother do it. Or post it yourself under an assumed name. I'm not psychic, you know.








Comments
Ecks is overrated anyway.
I had his Westphalian eel cheeks bathed in angel tears over fried bologna with a soupçon of condescension -- too salty.
But his terrine of mashed potatoes, corn, gravy and popcorn chicken is delightful -- fit for a death row inmate on suicide watch.
Posted by: Umberto | July 24, 2007 2:25 PM