Well, Noah Baumbach is kinda funny, I guess.
via kottke, a The New Yorker piece in which Baumbach recounts his last relationship in the style and form of a series of Zagat Guide reviews. my favorite restaurant:
VANDERWEI’S
Be careful not to combine “four dry sakes” with your “creeping feeling of insecurity and dread,” or you might find yourself saying, “Wipe that damn grin off your face!” The bathrooms are “big and glamorous,” so you won’t mind spending an hour with your cheek pressed against the “cool tiled floor” after she “walks out.” And the hip East Village location can’t be beat, since her apartment is “within walking distance,” which makes it very convenient if you should choose to “lean on her buzzer for an hour” until she calls “the cops.”
