To quote that great Chicagoland born and raised comic genius, Bob Odenkirk, through the voice of one of his greatest comic creations, ie, Matt Foley, motivational speaker:
"Well, La-di-FRICKIN-da!!"
So I guess now people who read Forbes (I read it for the articles, not the centerfold, I swear....) will know where they and their clients are supposed to dine this fiscal year. Duhhhhh.... when the method of payment is a non-issue (expense-account Platinum card, Swiss travelers' checks, gold ingots formed from left-over bits of Holocaust victims' teeth, what have you...), yeah, I guess, maybe, Ducasse will simply HAVE to suffice... sigh....
My (im)modest proposal? Eat the rich.
Anyone else puzzled by the weird, "candid" Emeril photo in the otherwise reserved, poised, posed group of headshots of the other chefs? Looks like a vampire who's seen his own reflection or who has realized that the sun has risen on him. Hmm.. Vampire... "BAM!"-pire??? Bela Lagasse?? Anyone? Bueller?? (crickets, tumbleweed....) BRING ON THE DANCING GIRLS!!!
-- Rebathan Swift