Main | Wednesday, February 15, 2006

The Daily Blague

Last Saturday, the Farmboyz and I had brunch with the heretofore (and still) mysterious R.J. of The Daily Blague. We dined at the lovely Demarchelier on the Upper East Side, where our server had such a thick French accent that I momentarily took to my Inspector Clouseau impression.

I had to confess to R.J. that when I read his book reviews, I usually do it with both a dictionary and Wikipedia at the ready. R.J. was great company, with fascinating stories and I think the Farmboyz and I came away from brunch even more intrigued with our host.

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