It's probably the greatest mystery of our time: Nancy Silverton, Anthony Bourdain, that critic from Ratatouille-- how are they not giant tubs of people? While I have my suspicions about Bourdain, today I solved a piece of the Silverton puzzle. I saw her at 7:30 am in full workout gear, busting ass down van ness in hancock park with a five pounder in each of her magic hands. If only the weights were actually delicate mounds of ricotta, we could have played my favorite game: Mozzarella Bar.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Discovery!
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