“Franny’s, whose utterly undistinguished pizza is notable only for the coercive sanctimony that comes with it, is actually hailed as being one of the city’s best, when in fact it tastes in every way like 15 other pizzas you aren’t forced to eat with a fork and knife.”
Such a spot on article. It’s not that this is a ‘hater gonna hate’ screed, but Brooklyn’s restaurant scene is massively overhyped and prone to boosterism — much like a lot of the startup scene. I live minutes from Franny’s and Al Li Da and the pizza and Tuscan plates there would be average in Manhattan, LA or even San Francisco. The decent places - Diner and Roberta’s in Williamsburg - are great when measured stand-alone but pair them against the cluster of great places in the city and the ingenuity becomes merely clever. Don’t even get me started on the Asian resurgence at the over-fish-sauced Pok Pok or the supremely disappointing offerings at Pork Slope and Talde.
Are there good stuff in the Brooklyn? Yes. DuMont is great. 1 or 8 Sushi is great. Di Fara is great. Tanoreen is great. Convivium Osteria is great. Go for the sincere places, not chefs latching onto a trend or inspiration from “that one great trip I had to China”.
BUT - one good thing about this is that the prices are greatly affordable. For that, I’m thankful to the restauranteurs. The dishes are good by themselves (no need for orgiastic commendations) at reasonable prices. If that’s what you’re into, Brooklyn is where you want to be.
Yes there are overhyped restaurants anywhere… but Brooklyn far outstrips San Francisco, which is the spiritual and ancestral home of overhyped dining, lest we forget. Plus you get to pay extra for shitty service so the waiters get sick days when you eat there.
“Follow the gamboling penis to an arid expanse of sociopolitical wasteland, where many of the greatest visionaries and actors can never tred, a desert in which only the Calvin Coolidges and Richard Nixons remain standing. Anyone who looks at the history of mankind and argues that private sexual fidelity exists in direct proportion to political greatness or moral leadership is either a chump or a liar.”
I am naming my band Gamboling Penis for sure.
“am honestly startled by how much I hate this trade. I want to make the jokes, the jokes are right there—that Loria looks like an Evil Republican Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, for instance, that’s right there—but I don’t want to make them.”
“But I would very much like you to vote. I have heard the arguments about being “implicated” in a “system of compromise” and therefore “not wanting to vote.” To you, I say: EAT DICKS IN SPACE.”
“I’ve never heard of this as a “test” but I have heard of this/done this as an “I’m not interested enough to New Jack Swing over to where you’re standing, so try harder,” like, ice-pick your way through Bitch Mountain first and thennnnn you will have access to a conversation. So maybe that is a test, actually.”
“What does any Talking Head song placement — whether in the movie itself, on the soundtrack, or in the trailer — mean? In short: something. We looked at the Talking Heads songs that have gotten the most screentime to figure out what their use says about the films they are used in, other than that the music supervisor has good taste.”
“When I look back on those years, what feels miraculous to me is not that I was able to do any writing working as a bartender and a waitress—it’s that I was able to do any writing while I was making the stupidest, fucking personal decisions anybody has ever made. I feel like that, more than anything, is a tribute to how stubborn I was about wanting to be a writer, because so much of my life was really quite a mess. But I really wanted it. I wanted it so much that, despite myself, I managed to get work done.”
“You laugh at the guy who’s like, “Yeah, Pat Burrell is going to play in left field, every day. We’re getting a motorized scooter for him, it’ll be fine.” You laugh and you think of Pat Burrell trying to run, which is like a car trying to drive with four of those traffic violation boots on it, and then you laugh again.”
- AVC: So you’re not going to start a rivalry with Jerry Seinfeld?
- AP: Oh God, no, are you kidding? I would do whatever he asked. If he asked me to find out what the deal with something was, I would literally go and find out what the deal was with that thing.