I liked this book, but it reminded me in parts of why New Yorkers suck. The thing is they have this cruel disdain for anyone NOT in New York. For instance, this passage:

“My idea of hell was waking up in the middle of the suburbia with frosted hair and cakey makeup, making English muffin pizzas for my children as they zoned in front of the television or fought over video games and grew up to be pharmaceutical lobbyists or vegans.”

I’m sorry to say it, but there are probably a lot more pharmaceutical lobbyists and vegans in NYC than in the suburbs and one of my favorite meals at Sarah Lawrence College (a hoity-toity school that the author got her MFA from) was the pizza bagel (meat, veggie, or vegan). Sorry. Life is just a little more subtle than that paragraph would lead you to think.

Otherwise a fun look inside elite dining in an elite city.