Where's my pig? Well suck this does, but I am following in the painful footsteps of such gastrohogs as the blessed A.J. Liebling and our contemporary Josh Ozersky. Gout indeed - or pseudogout (look it up!). I, of course, am a blameless victim of the affliction. Thanks to last week's darned incapacity, I have practically been fasting when it comes to alcohol, rich food, and can barely remember what the interior of the restaurant looks like. Hey, guess what? Dehydration causes gout too. Cheers.
I cancelled with a heavy heart (and heavier foot) the reservations geared to this week's edition. Again, this week, we scrabble around to find something, and all I have is a re-visit to Motorino, which I wasn't planning to re-review at all.