Restaurant Week: A Three Course Prix Fixe War
Brooklyn’s edition of restaurant week begins in a mere eleven days. I am fairly certain that preparations at the participating restaurants are well underway all across the Burrough: colored chalk stockpiled, chalkboards prepped, special menus printed on special menu cards with special menu typefaces. The excitement, if not quite palpable, adds a certain unidentifiable odor to the air. Yet, beneath the surface, there is a black tide sloughing across the gastronomic landscape. There is a war coming. Make no mistake: it will be a war.
I am not here to assign blame. There have been crimes on both sides. There have been enough casualties, enough victims and villains. It’s time to talk peace. My message is love. My message is love.