Did I mention this already? (Rhetorical. I’m too lazy to look back, but I’m 99% sure I didn’t.) It’s an all-Astoria blog, with resto openings and closings and gossip and the whole bit.

It alerts me to the fact that Malagueta, the Brazilian place on 36th Ave where I think I had my–oh Jesus–28th?! birthday, is in the Michelin guide to NYC. Which is great, and great for them, but then the whole Michelin operation is brought under the interrogation lights when I see that both Brick and 718 are listed. Which are two of the biggest faux-bistros in Astoria (apologies to Brick staff, considering recent tragedies), and at 718, Tamara and I got a pizza with a dead fly on it besides. AND we got sullen talkback from the waitress and the kitchen when we complained about it. 718, you are dead to me. (I like saying that.)

For real bistro-ness, I second, or 82nd, all the votes for Le Sans Souci on Broadway past Steinway, even if they did chuck our duck confit that time. (I was going to link to that story, but now I can’t find it. What if Blogspot is slowly chipping away at my entries? I get anxious enough thinking about all the things I’m actually forgetting, much less those being lost into tech wormholes.)