So now they (and you know who They are) went and changed the food triangle-pyramid to a circle, with this Choose My Plate to remind you that you are fat. Yeah, it’s totally subliminal except I figured it out almost immediately with my subconscious mind because I remember all that stuff about Egypt and The Pyramids, and how they are a source of Great Power and cool-ass Earth, Wind & Fire album covers, so all this time we’ve been down with the Food Pyramid because we (OK, I) figure that One's Health is 90% mental, like, if I am at least thinking about Health, then I [...]

"The Rusty Knot is the most stoner of all my places. It's kind of like the basement we all had when we grew up where we first smoked pot." -Manhattan restaurateur Ken Friedman describes his black-light-poster decorated west side spot in a way that does not make me want to eat there. I remember that basement. The pot was kept balled up in an old sock behind a radiator. There was a mother cat with a litter of new kittens in a box in the corner. And the featured entree was cold Beefaroni scooped straight out the can with green plastic army men figures. (Oh, hey: internet research [...]