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Here’s an article in the NY Times about Miracle Fruit that was a cover story in the dining section today. Miracle fruit is a berry that, once eaten, changes your tastebuds for about an hour. Say you eat a lemon, it will taste like lemonade.

The article features one of my friends, Franz (who has blogged here before), who introduced me to miracle fruit through one of his miracle fruit tasting parties. It was like a food orgy. Franz rules and you should check out his project StreetWars (which I used to be apart of), the OG IRL watergun assassination game. It’s coming back to NYC this Summer.

According to Waiter from Waiter Rant, today is National Waiters Day. He urges you to tip 30% day if you go out to eat.

In other news, restaurant cooks still bitter about shitty hourly wages and resentful towards waitrons.

John-Phillipe is worth the 20+%.

PS: The waitrons at The Restaurant celebrated National Waiters Day (which should really be the gender neutral “waitron”, you sexist c-suckers) by going to a midnight showing of the new India Jones movie at the local indie theatre. I celebrated by cutting my finger and watching Top Chef.  Go FOH!

Trivia night is tonight at Bar Great Harry. Located at the corner of Smith and Sackett in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn. Hosted by a couple of crazy kids from Rocketship, the comic book store. 8:30pm. Dogs and dawgs welcome. One scumbag at a time, please.

“Look, my gut tells me Backstreet, and that’s where my brain is. With my gut. They is roomates. But sometimes they don’t get along too well – you know they is always arguing about the bills.”

For some reason this awesomeness slipped through my fingers last December. It’s Anthony Bourdain having an Xmas bird with Queens of the Stone Age frontman Josh Homme.

This is either a wonderful dream or a terrible nightmare. 

I haven’t eaten a fresh tomato in eight months.

Sometimes the take-out places will try to sneak in halved grape tomatoes in my green papaya salad and I just eat around them. I see them in the supermarket and don’t even walk down their aisle. I omit them from recipes unless I can get away with using some canned San Marzano ones.

Tomato, I miss you. I will wait for you.

It’s totally gonna be like this.

If you stock up on cologne and Campari in your hotel room, Salma Hayek will totally let you rail her on the bathroom sink.