Should you go to a
restaurant just because you find the chef (sexually) hot?
THE ANSWER: Well, you
know in your heart that you probably shouldn’t, that it’s likely to end in
tears, nevertheless the heart has its reasons and so I went to the Empire Diner
at 210 12th Avenue, largely because the executive chef there is
Amanda Freitag.
I first saw her on the TV
show Chopped where she’s suitably stern and austere, but something told me she
might have a soft, melty boozy center, like a liqueur chocolate, a notion not
discouraged by seeing pictures of her looking disheveled in leather and/or with a beer
in her hand.
Of course I’m not a
fool. I didn’t for a moment expect a
celebrity chef, much less an executive chef, to be manning the grill on the
brunch shift, and so it proved.
Opportunities to bask in the erotic culinary Freitag glow were as
limited as expected.
The place was stylish, the
service was friendly and the food was pretty darn dismal. My grilled cheese sandwich looked like this.
I reckoned it wasn't quite dark enough to actually send back.
The Loved One even said that was how she liked her grilled cheese
sandwich, but I sort of wish I had. But surely nobody in their
right mind would want to find this lump of dodgy-looking tomato in their
grilled cheese sandwich, or anywhere else.
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