Anyone who has eaten at M. Wells, the infamous diner in Queens, knows that it is both an extremely special and troubled place. (The food is magical, I have agreed; and also, on my most recent visit, there were literally pregnant women and their extremely grumpy hipster spouses on the verge of crying and screaming while they waited endlessly for food. Obviously the solution to eating at M Wells is to bring some carrot sticks in your purse and sit back and take what comes. They are not so much in the food "service" industry as they are in the food magicking industry, and sometimes everything goes kablooey.) And when M. Wells announced recently it would be closing its location at the end of August, due to difficult lease renewals, I sensed an obvious negotiation tactic of shaming the landlord—and also something amiss. (An abandoned diner on an empty street in Long Island City is charging usurious rents? Reaaallly???) Something smelled crazy behind everything else that smelled delicious. And so here it is, the other shoe dropping very loudly: in which GQ restaurant critic Alan Richman is accused by the co-owner of M Wells of... well, I don't want to spoil it for you. But wow. Even if you don't care about restaurants or food or popular diners, it's worth reading as a look inside the troubles of dealing with humans.

Had I bothered to put “walk through Moscow in a tuxedo” on my list of things to do in this life, I could now safely check it off. The sidestreet in front of the theater was a static maze of Benzes and Bentleys, with no place to pull up. Arriving as I was in a regular taxi, the jam gave me a face-saving chance to get off around the corner and hoof it to the red carpet from there. READ MORE

The forthcoming GQ podcast, with the lady Ana Marie Cox, is going to be about the wonder that is "Friday Night Lights." And guess what? I just watched the series finale last night! Oh my God, I couldn't believe it when Tammy totally ____ and then Julie _____! And Coach Taylor was all ____!!! No I mean, he never talks, he totally didn't say anything at all, but his terrific hair was speaking volumes. (Is it possible to be in love with hair?) So here is the hotline to Ana Marie (or at least her digital recorder), and she would like people like YOU to discuss what the show meant to YOU, or what you found most notable, or, you know, most life-changing. (Besides figuring out how to get your hair to do that Coach Taylor thing.) Call by Sunday! Obviously by phoning in to leave a message for the show, you are consenting to have it broadcast. (Pod-broad-cast?) Here's the hotline: (423) 449-9662.

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The bar has been set ever-higher in the advanced bracket competition of the "Someone quit" memo. (Not so many of those these days, right?) This outpouring from GQ editor Jim Nelson, on the departure of his editor Andy Ward, is truly something to see, including as it does: "WE'RE NOT KIDDING, WE ARE GRATEFUL, WE ARE SAD."

The other day I mocked GQ's fashion styling. And just now I looked at their Levi Johnston photoshoot, which ended with me screaming "I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING" and slamming shut that window. However! I finally read the amazing eastern Tennessee coal disaster story! A++! Excellent transaction! Would do business again!

I was kind of excited for this GQ photo spread of Mark Sanchez, the new quarterback for the New York Jets! Until I saw how unbelievably ghetto the clothing was. Um, "Swim trunks, $28, by American Apparel"? Really? "Sunglasses by Ray-Ban"? LOL. "Jacket, $175, by A|X Armani Exchange"? Barf. Who would be caught dead in this garbage? Ha ha: "Sweatpants, $40, by J. Crew." OMG: "Hoodie, $98, by Perry Ellis." It goes on and on! "T-shirt, $44, by French Connection." This is so humiliating! Who is doing the styling at GQ now-someone's mom in Minnesota?

This is heavy going for a Monday morning, but GQ's got a mammoth takedown of former Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, who seems to have pretty much pissed off everyone in the Bush administration but Dick Cheney. How bad was it? READ MORE