Now, if I can only find a place where they fry bread, top it with booze, and serve it to you as you sit in a La-Z-Boy lounger

Well, the diet I was blathering about last week, the ship has definitely sailed on that little experiment. My friend Sarah had told me if I wanted to lose 10 to 15 pounds, I should give up breads, fried foods, and booze, and to exercise more (although she couldn't keep a straight face on the last two suggestions). But, for about six whole days, I actually managed to give up breads and frieds.

On Saturday, in the midst of bar hopping with some buds on the west side, French fries and chicken wings were consumed.

And today, to reward myself for a spectacular work triumph, I treated myself to lunch at Bar Americain, Bobby Flay's newest place (it's in the old JUdson Grill space). I started with a delightful wild mushroom salad, with aged goat cheese, and then had the smoked chicken pot pie, with a sweet potato biscuit crust. And, of course, I polished off most of a bread basket while sipping glasses of red wine.

Like the women I usually fall for, the food I crave is so bad for me.