There’s always an awkward moment when you’re out for dinner with other people and the check arrives. Do you split it? How? Are the circumstances such that someone should pick up the whole thing? Frankly, I find nothing more irritating than this post-dining kabuki, especially when there’s some would-be accountant who wants to carve the whole thing up in bizarre and annoying ways. You can avoid this problem with a simple game: credit card roulette.
I don’t know about you, but I never saw the parallels between mozzarella cheese and handrolled cigars. Fortunately, I was able spend a few minutes with Anthony Fauci of Obika, who filled me in on the details. This interview was conducted shortly before the most recent De La Concha cigar dinner that Obika catered.
Gridskipper used to be a kickass travel blog. But, the guys at Gawker wanted to “rationalize” its portflio of blogs, and Gridskipper’s performance wasn’t enough to keep it in the family. It’s a damned shame. Now that Gridskipper is part of the Curbed family, there aren’t as many updates. Most of the content consists of links to other stories; there isn’t much original content to go with it. So, the cut the best part of Gridskipper.
Maybe someday they’ll link to a few more of my articles. They had a link to a piece I wrote for Cigar Report on De La Concha’s cigar dinners, but it got lost in the conversion from Gawker to Curbed, much to my chagrin. But, such is life. Fuck ’em.
Wanna see some great shots of me in my natural habitats? They start at the Shake Shack, in Madison Square Park (across the street from day job). Then, they move to De La Concha, where you can see me with my little brother, Bam Bam. The last shots are at Cafe Luxembourg (W 70th at Amsterdam).