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09-12-2005, 04:15 PM
Food Critic Tears Radish Canapés With Salmon Mousse A New Asshole

MANCHESTER, NH—An appetizer of radish canapés with salmon mousse served at local French restaurant La Maison de Vin was torn a new asshole this week, according to Concord Monitor food critic Bernard Haberle, who reviewed the establishment in his "Good Eating" column.

"I ripped those canapés a hole so wide they'll be shitting blood for days," said Haberle, who singled out the dish in his review, calling it "a misguided fusion of land and sea."

"The mousse alone got a reaming that will have it crying for its mama," he added.

The hors d'oeuvres, presented on a bed of arugula topped with a salmon mousse of blended shallots, green onions, and white wine, were "force-fed their own balls" by Haberle, who in his column described the menu item as "a modest offering that should have aspired for more."

"I beat the living fuck out of that dish," said Haberle, whose column has over the last 15 years become a staple in the Concord Monitor "Lifestyles And Culture" section.

"If that appetizer knows what's good for it, it'll get on its knees and pray for mercy from sweet baby Jesus, because I went John Wayne Gacy on that shit," Haberle said. "Those canapés are probably wishing they had a dollop of crème fraîche to hide behind."

Haberle said that he takes a broad array of factors into account—including quality and freshness of ingredients, attention to detail, and price—before deciding whether or not a particular course deserves to be "bent backwards over a toilet and skull-fucked."

"Did you read the part where I say the canapés' 'pedestrian plating falls somewhere between gauche and maladroit'? Take that, sub-par appetizer."

Haberle hastened to add that, although he is a discriminating critic, he more often than not gives positive reviews.

"I have no problem with slobbing the knob of a Gorgonzola-stuffed prawn if I feel it's earned. Just last week, I had a roasted striped bass in an almond-chanterelle crust with caramelized cipollini onions that was so divine I'd piss-gargle its sweaty balls in an abortion-clinic dumpster if that's what it was into."

When asked if he will return to La Maison de Vin to give the canapés a "second go-round," Haberle responded, "I kick-fucked that bitch, and I think it's best I leave it to rot in the ditch where I left it."

Members of the community have defended Haberle's review, saying his column has proven indispensable when selecting restaurants.

"Sure, he's being a little hard on the dish," said Sue Wellington, 42, who regularly dines out with her husband, Chuck. "But if Mr. Haberle drowns a plate of sesame-marinated cuttlefish in hot, infected jets of his pus-curdled cum, Chuck and I know to stay away from it."

Just so people can't ask me to prove it:

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/40311/1

Warriorbird
09-12-2005, 04:16 PM
You clearly have an anti-Republican agenda!

:snickers:

That was awesome.

xtc
09-12-2005, 07:12 PM
This guy has some issues.

Ylena
09-12-2005, 07:54 PM
God, I love the Onion.

TheRoseLady
09-12-2005, 09:09 PM
Did anyone else see Wellington and immediately think of beef? Then the husband's name Chuck? :lol:

Valthissa
09-12-2005, 09:39 PM
Poking fun of food critics reminded me of the Russell Baker classic Francs and Beans. Unfortunately, I no longer have the Claiborne column that makes this review so devastating.

November 18, 1975

OBSERVER / By RUSSELL BAKER
Francs and Beans

As chance would have it, the very evening Craig Claiborne ate his historic $4,000 dinner for two with 31 dishes and nine wines in Paris, a Lucullan repast for one was prepared and consumed in New York by this correspondent, no slouch himself when it comes to titillating the palate.

Mr. Claiborne won his meal in a television fund-raising auction and had it professionally prepared. Mine was created from spur-of-the-moment inspiration, necessitated when I discovered a note on the stove saying, "Am eating out with Dora and Imogene -- make dinner for yourself." It was from the person who regularly does the cooking at my house and though disconcerted at first, I quickly rose to the challenge.

The meal opened with a 1975 Diet Pepsi, served in a disposable bottle. Although the bouquet was negligible, its distinct metallic aftertaste evoked memories of tin cans one had licked experimentally in the first flush of childhood's curiosity.

To create the balance of tastes so cherished by the epicurean palate, I followed with a paté de fruites de nuts of Georgia , prepared according to my own recipe. A half-inch layer of creamy-style peanut butter is troweled onto a graham cracker, then half a banana is crudely diced and pressed firmly into the peanut butter and cemented in place as it were by a second graham cracker.

The accompanying drink was cold milk served in a wide-brimmed jelly glass. This is essential to proper consumption of the paté, since the entire confection must be dipped into the milk to soften it for eating. In making the presentation to the mouth, one must beware lest the milk-soaked portion of the sandwich fall onto the necktie. Thus seasoned gourmandisers follow the old maxim of the Breton chefs and "bring the mouth to the jelly glass."

At this point in the meal, the stomach was ready for serious eating, and I prepared beans with bacon grease, a dish I perfected in 1937 while developing my cuisine du dépression.

The dish is started by placing a pan over a very high flame until it becomes dangerously hot. A can of Heinz's pork and beans is then emptied into the pan and allowed to char until it reaches the consistency of hardening concrete. Three strips of bacon are fried to crisps, and when the beans have formed huge dense clots firmly welded to the pan, the bacon grease is poured in and stirred vigorously with a large screw driver.

This not only adds flavor, but also loosens some of the beans from the side of the pan. Leaving the flame high, I stirred in a three-day old spaghetti sauce found in the refrigerator, added a sprinkle of chili powder, a large dollop of Major Grey's chutney and a tablespoon of bicarbonate of soda to make the whole dish rise.

Beans and bacon grease is always eaten from the pan with a tablespoon while standing over the kitchen sink. The pan must be thrown away immediately. The correct drink with this dish is a straight shot of room-temperature gin. I had a Gilbey's 1975, which was superb.

For the meat course, I had fried bologna á la Nutley, Nouveau Jersey. Six slices of A&P bologna were placed in an ungreased frying pan over maximum heat and held down by a long fork until the entire house filled with smoke. The bologna was turned, fried the same length of time on the other side, then served on air-filled white bread with thick lashings of mayonnaise.

The correct drink for fried bologna á la Nutley, Nouveau Jersey is a 1927 Nehi Cola, but since my cellar, alas, had none, I had to make do with a second shot of Gilbey's 1975.

The cheese course was deliciously simple -- a single slice of Kraft's individually wrapped yellow sandwich cheese, which was flavored by vigorous rubbing over the bottom of the frying pan to soak up the rich bologna juices. Wine being absolutely de rigueur with cheese, I chose a 1974 Muscatel, flavored with a maraschino cherry, and afterwards cleared my palate with three-pickled martini onions.

It was time for the fruit. I chose a Del Monte tinned pear, which regrettably, slipped from the spoon and fell on the floor, necessitating its being blotted with a paper towel to remove cat hairs. To compensate for the resulting loss of pear syrup, I dipped it lighting in hot-dog relish which created a unique flavor.

With the pear I drank two shots of Gilbey's 1975 and one shot of Wolfschmidt vodka (non-vintage), the Gilbey's having been exhausted.

At last it was time for the dish the entire meal had been building toward -- dessert. With a paring knife, I ripped into a fresh package of Oreos, produced a bowl of My-T-Fine chocolate pudding which had been coagulating in the refrigerator for days and, using a potato masher, crushed a dozen Oreos in to the pudding. It was immense.

Between mouthfuls, I sipped a tall, bubbling tumbler of cool Bromo-Seltzer, and finished with six ounces of Maalox. It couldn't have been better.

SpunGirl
09-12-2005, 10:41 PM
I freaking love The Onion. Juspera used to do a GS version, The Turnip, that was so hilarious. I wish it was still being updated.

-K

cajunlady
09-13-2005, 12:38 AM
Originally posted by SpunGirl
I freaking love The Onion. Juspera used to do a GS version, The Turnip, that was so hilarious. I wish it was still being updated.

-K

Are the back-issues on a site anywhere?

Rainy Day
09-13-2005, 04:58 AM
http://zilal.byond.com/

Click on websites and then Turnip.

RD