Dear droogies,
I was going to wait until I had something a little more erudite to say about this, but in light of that snappy new Latin phrase meme from Quizilla (thanks, Snowball), I will share now.
Apparently somebody at the Sunday New York Times City section is angling for a job writing for The Simpsons, for how else can we explain the Old Grey Mare’s – sorry, I mean, the Grey Lady’s— use of the Worst Pun Ever? (Yes, Audrey, I am shamelessly invoking Comic Book Guy. He’s a useful guy to invoke, especially here in New York, where sneering is practically a biorhythm.)
Every Sunday, the City section runs a mini-list of restaurant review excerpts culled from previous Wednesday food sections. About six or seven restaurants are listed under a common theme. It may be a neighborhood; it may be a type of cuisine; it may be a place to take your kids, or a place to go when you’re getting away from your kids. Yesterday’s theme was fish, both in the context of sushi/sashimi restaurants and seafood restaurants such as Oceana. I can only imagine what was running through the mind of the poor person who had to come up with the headline – other than this, of course – when s/he wrote:
O Tempura, O Morays.
Okay, I laughed. But I am a complete and utter nerd, prone to finding humor in both food and Latin, and a sucker for painful humor to boot. Do not emulate me at all. It will only make you despondent.