I have to stop reading restaurant reviews in the evening. When I read a review in the Times or the Observer or the Voice around 6ish, some of the dishes sound so good I get ravenous.
It's like the old never-go-shopping-when-you're-hungry thing, I guess.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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