Amy Sohn Does NOT, in fact, Have a Bugaboo: The FIPS Q & A

Hodgman doesn't return our tweets, and though we briefly considered that we *might* have been having an exchange with the REALSTEVEBUSCEMI, as it turned out, it was the FAKESTEVEBUSCEMI. Anyway, it ain't no thang, cause we've moved on and nailed ourselves an interview with our new fave BR-ALLER, Amy Sohn!

As you may recall, I loved the shit out of Sohn's latest novel about four Park Slope SAHM's, Prospect Park West. And so I was psyched to dive in deep and get to the bottom of things with some of our most burning questions.

So, yeah...Sohn indulged us and answered some of our Q's. We laughed, we cried, we ate fritatas.

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HANCO’S: YOUR VAGINA SMELLS

I had no mixed feelings about Tea Lounge on 7th Ave.: I danced on its grave (emotionally, anyway). The laptop losers hogged every square inch of usable furniture; the place was always a mess; and the service was, well—one time a disgruntled employee basically chucked my bagel at me because another customer had been unpleasant to deal with.

But wouldn’t you be if you walked in expecting a nice, relaxing cup of India’s finest, and instead were squeezed into a spot on a couch (spring shooting up and scratching the taint), trying to sip your chai latte while wedged between a breast feeder and some 40-something dude--likely her husband--browsing sections of Craigslist you didn’t ever want to know existed? Face it: Tea Lounge was a boil on the ass of South Slope.

So I was excited to see the arrival of Vietnamese sandwich joint Hanco’s. But I must say, while the food tasted ok, the front entry (Get it? The vagina?) of the store has always smelled like a strange mix of pork and poo. All. The. Time. Even at night, when the place is closed, I smell pork poo as I pass by.

I have no idea what’s going on by your backside, but Hanco’s, your main entryway soon could be attracting seagulls.

Say what you will about the Henry’s-Hanco’s dispute (sort of like the East Coast-West Coast hip-hop feud, only with baguettes), which supposedly involves turf warfare and recipe theft; I haven’t tried Henry’s yet. But I have walked by, and the front of the store smells just like it should, not like pork poo.

Who do you think wins the battle of the banh mi?

Only one sandwich in, I vote for the one whose vagina smells cleaner.

Be nice to Eric, and buy his book First Big Crush: The Down and Dirty on Making Great Wine Down Under. You know you wanna.

Park Slope Restaurant Tour (Or 'This is Why You're Fat')

If you're someone who:

*tends to eat dinner every night and;

*doesn't like to pay for said dinner

Then you will love the shit out of this Park Slope Restaurant Tour goin' down tonight.

Here's how it works: you basically walk your ass all over the nabe, and stop off at participating restaurants to get a little taste of what shit would be like, if you weren't such a cheap bastard and actually went there on your own.

It's free, so there's really no reason NOT to join in on the fun (and a fucking rerun of Grey's Anatomy is *not* an acceptable excuse, just so you know). You only get a tiny taste at each place, but if you hit them all, that will probs add up to something quasi dinner-ish.

Loads o'restaurants are particpating this year, so make a list, check it twice, and then hit em all (click link below for full list).

(via Buy in Brooklyn)

BREAKING: Delicious On The Slope Is Soon to Be El Jalapeno

I hope El Jalapeno doesn't get all passive/agressive on us too.

(Tip/photo via Rob Blatt)

Count Metromix's Hot Plates Live as another successful tasting event at the Bell House

Featuring small bites (or, if we were in an episode of Top Chef, "amuse bouches") from 11 local restaurants, and four beers (Can I have four beers?) served in dixie cups (though, let's face it: I probably wouldn't be happy unless I was served beer in gallon jugs), alongside a cheese plate, the event space at the Bell House was crowded but not obnoxious at the Metromix Hot Plates Live shindig.

HOW'S THAT FOR A RUN-ON SENTENCE? Suck it, bitchez, I've got some food to write about.

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