Welcome to all you Wall Street Journalers that have been trolling the site of late. And thanks to the WSJ for the little mention in their Blog Watch column about wine blogs a few weeks back.

I was also quoted briefly in a WSJ article about underground restaurants:

Kitchen not so confidential:
Underground restaurants go public, lose cachet
by Hannah Karp of the WSJ
**as reprinted by the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

A bone of contention with me they are–more for the ridiculous hyperbole and hubris that surround the few than the genre as a whole. (I railed on them here a few weeks back.) Hats off to the obsessed line cooks who want to be king for a night. I’ll buck up some cash for that. Flaming bag of poo to the hipsters that want to “force us to change the way we look at food.”

You want to change the way you look at food? Start by actually touching your turkey’s giblets. Milk a fucking goat. Visit a slaughter house. Make your own mozzarella, or sausage. I gaurantee one of those will do it, and how. But dinner with strangers at an undisclosed location?

Silly hipsters and your middle class punk rock ultra-lite.

I remember the interview and had no idea what nuggets might be extracted for print. My blurb is tiny. But it’s a good article, and I smirk inside knowing some of these spots will now be inundated with phone calls for having been outted. And big props to the mention of Portland’s Plate and Pitchfork, which holds dinner on a farm. It is not to be missed. These folks are actually walking the walk.

But overall, I can’t help but say, good grief, Charlie Brown.
The restaurant has gone meta.
And the new trend is trend killing.
What’s next? Cats having dogs?

WHOA! No way…..