Earlier this month, the head chef of Alinea restaurant in Chicago, Grant Achatz, made headlines when he tweeted about some of his patrons:
The facts: Dinner at this chi-chi eatery restaurant requires a $210+ non-refundable/exchangeable tickets to be purchased two to three months in advance, and they’re only good for the date and time that you paid for. The dining couple in question had a babysitter that fell through. Not wanting to waste their reservation or the money they had already paid, they ended up at Alinea with their eight-month-old baby, much to the chagrin of their fellow diners and Chef Achatz. Keep reading »
One of the hazards of apartment living are thin walls and floors that share your every “Oh, baby!” and bed creak with your neighbors. It’s part of life. You get used to it. All of us have sex (I hope) and no one’s sex should be ruined by whiny neighbors.
The polite thing to do when neighbors are having noisy sex is just ignore those amorous rumbles and smile awkwardly at each other in the hallways, pretending you don’t know they just got banged last night. Only in the most extreme of circumstances — I’m talking you’ve got the flu and a newborn baby — can you bang on the walls. Two or three good thumps should do.
But it’s a violation of alllll kinds of rules of decorum and not-being-an-asshole-hood to post a sign on your neighbor’s front door bitching about their noisy sex. And adding a dis about their stamina?! Oh no, you didn’t! Allow me to introduce you to the lady from Apartment 517 and her crappy sign-writing neighbor. Keep reading »
The following is an etiquette question sent to one of my favorite blogs, The Kitchn, from a reader:
A friend just invited me to his home for Thanksgiving dinner — and asked me to pay $50 upfront. I understand that hosting can be expensive and I wouldn’t mind being asked to bring a dish, but asking guests for cash seems incredibly rude. Am I crazy to be a bit miffed? Has anyone else experienced this? If so, how do you handle it? Should I tell my friend that this is not the norm?
Of course you’re not crazy to be miffed! What’s crazy is that people actually do this. Keep reading »
Congratulations, you’re engaged! You’ve decided to combine sock drawers and let someone use the bathroom after you poop for the rest of your life!
Now, I hope your arms aren’t too full because you’re going to spend the next few weeks holding your tongue. Brides- and grooms-to-be, “Congratulations!” or “I’m so happy for you!” is just too hard to say. I am truly sorry. Brace yourselves from some of these doozies instead. Keep reading »
Last night, I was lucky enough to have, literally, a front row seat to a concert by the jazz group Jon Batiste and Stay Human. I’m not sure how that happened to little old me, but I’m sure glad it did. The concert was amaaaaazing and it was being filmed for PBS, so you’ll all get to enjoy it sometime soon.
Supposedly there were a couple celebrities in attendance, but the only one I recognized was the hip hop/R&B singer Eve. She’s so stunningly gorgeous in person that it was hard to miss her — especially because she was sitting at the next table. When it came time to leave the venue, my boyfriend, Eve, her handler/PR person/friend, and I shuffled to the elevator at the same time. But the elevator was broken, or something, so we all ended up standing squeezed in close quarters for about 10 minutes. Than, randomly, my boyfriend, who likes to tease me, said rather loudly, “ARE YOU NERVOUS STANDING NEXT TO EVE?!” Keep reading »