If you’re a regular New Yorker and you don’t like the sound of construction outside, you’re out of luck. If you’re Graydon Carter, you’re still out of luck, but at least you can lash out. [NYP]
Readers write in to Bruni’s blog on the subject of the Cult of the Chef. Some of them seem to actually be in favor of it, to the critic’s surprise. He gives no ground, though. [NYT]
Dusty cakes sitting in the window of a Williamsburg bakery have officially reached landmark status. [NYT]
Dessert guru François Payard has new book on canapés out, sounds the praises of “small bites.” Piece includes recipes. [NYDN]
Hotels have awoken to the fact that room-service food usually stinks on hot ice and that it’s high time they try to do a better job. [NYT]
McDonald’s finds its perfect oil at last and can now join the trans-fat banned-wagon. Although when they’ll actually do so is still anybody’s guess. [NYT]
Looking to lose weight? Dump your significant other and you’ll jump-start the ultraeffective Break-Up Diet. You have no life, so you don’t go out, and hence you don’t eat anything. Also, you’re compelled to punish your body in the gym now that you’re “on the market” again. Yay! [amNY]
