Friday, January 21, 2011

Memorable, though ...

... The Meal that Ended My Career as a Restaurant Critic. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

As for the poor lobster — it was a long, long way from its home in the chilly Atlantic. The creature had been boiled so mercilessly that the pale chunks of its flesh resembled disemboweled mattress stuffing: straw-like, fibrous, and impossible to cut even with a knife.

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