I just happened to lay my hands on a recent copy of The New York Times" "Dining & Wine" section that a friend left hanging around. Believe me, I don"t buy the Times. At $2, the copy is no longer good value for starting fires or lining the toucan's cage. In typical Times fashion ...
Aren"t you fed-up with goofy renditions of our national anthem? I refer to the dreadful Miss Aguilera's butchering of "Oh, say can you see...?" at the Super Bowl. It's not so much that she skipped a line"an egregious gaffe"it's the fact that she chose to render the song in a ...
Guess what"many gays aren"t offended at all by the scandalous USS Enterprise video. On the contrary, one LGBT website ("The Site with Homosexual Tendencies") has these comments: "The video is homoerotic, so I think "anti-gay" is a stretch." "Ummm...I hardly ...
Semper ubi sub ubi. "Juvenal When Dorothy Parker said, "Brevity is the soul of lingerie," I don"t think she anticipated to what extent the modern woman would take this advice to heart, so to speak. I"m talking about the reductio ad absurdum of Parker's apothegm"the thong. ...
In the 1960s a kind of sport for us Yanks in Paris was making light of our cheese-eating, surrender-monkey hosts. Dr. Reginald Kernan led the American Mafia at the Travellers Club. He was on the conseil and made sure that the Frogs kept their part of the bargain that the Club maintain its ...
Now, class, you will remember in this symposium's first installment that we dealt with the dry martini, the pink gin, and the bullshot, the proper cocktails which mark a gentleman (or lady, I suppose) as a person of breeding, class, and distinction. I hope you"ll forgive the sexism, but ...
Yes, I"m a recovering alcoholic and haven"t touched a drop in some time, but whom would you choose to give advice on boozing"a water-drinker? Let me deal with that class of sportsman for a starter. Who was history's most notorious teetotaler? Adolf Hitler, that's who. I believe he may ...
One of the unintended consequences and, for me, an unanticipated pleasure of the Fox/Cablevision dispute and blackout has been once again listening to baseball on the radio rather than watching it on TV. Nothing, of course, beats actually going to a game. The field of vision is the thing. I had ...
You know what gets me hot under my Brooks Brothers collar? It's the goofballs who go off the rails into fantasy-land when it comes to formal wear. What do you suppose it means when the invitation calls for "black tie"? There you go, Mr. Mensa"you"re supposed to wear a black jacket ...
For about an hour I watched the Columbus Day Parade from the rise of Lenox Hill at 71st Street, just north of the Frick mansion on Fifth Avenue's shady side. The first element was a United States Marine Band. It wasn"t the "President's Own," who were probably busy in Washington. The ...
