In the recent mailbag:
i came across your smart take on restaurant reviewers and of course immediately tried to follow you on twitter. not sure what the glitch is, but your link took me to a "doesn't exist" page on the big T. and there are an awful lot o' annie newmans.
am i a techno-dunce?
(enjoyed your blog a lot. of course.)
Regina Schrambling doncherknow...the onetime copyeditor (like us, except at the Times) and editor, now respected food writer and keeper of the angriest, funniest blog in all the foodie kingdom. And she likes us. She really, really--
Oops. We're going to try not to make any lame jokes. No, not no more. And we're going to try not to print up any more pix of the Marx brothers and title them "Bruni, Bourdain and Batali have a confab". Nor will we over-use the Three Stooges, either.( Although, try and convince us that Tom Collichio isn't a complete ringer for Curly. Go ahead, just try.)
It's class all the way, from here on in. Because we want to live up to Ms. Schrambling's good opinion of us. And also because we'd pretty much crumple if Ms. S. took to calling us Little Annie Fannie or New York Blecch or something. Because she does that. When she doesn't like you she makes up a nickname and calls you that.
She calls Frank Bruni "Pancho". We don't know why. But we find it terrifying.
Wait, Annie. Simmah. Remember, she LIKES us. Until we just printed her personal correspondence as part of our public blog. And outed her as a sometime techno-clunk. (Although we're pretty sure it was our programming that caused the problem).
Oh, God. Suppose she comes up with something like, "the Editorial Wee-Wee?"