The NYT food section is pretty much incoherent today:
Some yogaistas have roast beef; some yogaistas have none. Others like to eat on the sweaty, stinky floor. And that's the top story.
Growlers (64-ounce refillable draft beer containers) are declared to be the lastest fad, then to be older than Jesus.
Sam Sifton's review of Le Caprice begins with this:"There is a wonderful story about the punk-rock chieftain Ian Dury crashing through the place, drunk and outstanding on his cane. It ends with Omar Sharif punching him in the face." I don't even know what that means.
Oh, and you can recreate crappy fast food at home. Except that it will still be crappy, just smaller.
In other news:
Ask a Mexican, a frequent contributor to NPR, pays tribute to Glen Bell, founder of Taco Bell, in the Riverfront Times. [via Topix]
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face! Haggis is about to return to the US after a two decade ban, crows the Manchester Guardian. And during Burns weeks, too.