Here’s something a little different: A delightful illustrated New Yorker essay titled ‘A Restaurant Review of the Kitchen Floor, Written by Me, a Dog.’ One of the great delicacies: ‘A napkin’: “They usually only offer this as a weeknight special, so if you are lucky enough to see it on the menu don’t think twice. If it’s prepared right, that soft, delicate paper will rip into a million pieces. The best part is getting it all soggy in your mouth and then spitting it out just before you choke on it. This kind of artistry and care is what made me fall in love with the restaurant business in the first place.” It’s totally worth a quick lunch-time giggle.
