<![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers]]> Yesterday, I incorrectly identified BobdG (Bob Del Grasso), a fellow blogger at ruhlman.com, as the constituent who called Gerson's office to oppose the ban. While Bob DID call Gerson, he is not a constituent - the actual constiuent was another fellow Ruhlman blogger, Robert Buxbaum. Although I was the one that instigated the e-mail and phone "jihad" by alerting my fellow bloggers and NY foodies (at ruhlman.com, as well as e-gullet) and mercilessly called and e-mailed Gerson and all the councilmen representing me and my family across several districts, I am giving the credit to Robert, since I technically am not in Gerson's district.

Claudia

]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers]]> The constituent in question is BobdG who blogs on the Ruhlman.com blog, who besieged Gerson's office after I blogged the story with links to Gerson 's office and the rest of the City Council. The NON-constituent who chewed his office's ear off by phone and e-mail was ME, however. And then I cranked up my councilman, my parents', my sisters' and my brother's (with their permission). I also e-mailed all my other fellow NY foodies and eGullet.org. So that was my jihad de jour.

Claudia

]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers]]> What's inhumane about overfeeding? I do it voluntarily all the time.

yourfriendandneighbor

]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers]]> Geez! Let's see. besides a ton of restaurants, The Food Network has its studios in that district and The French Culinary Institute also has its school there.

The Culinary Mafia is not an organization to be riled up without consequences. Obviously, Mr Councilman decided that ignoring PETA paled in comparison to having his meals spit and pissed on every time he ate out.

jmchez

]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers]]> Stick a freshly cut whole lobe goose liver Périgord
 and a jar of cornichons in Gerson's bed à la Jack Woltz's Khartoum...

schvitzatura

]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers]]> This douchebag is my councilman and I think you may have found the very first and only photo of him where he's not looking pensive as he poses in front of the WTC site.

The One

]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers]]> I tell you it will be more tolerable for the Fejee that salted down a lean missionary in his cellar against a coming famine; it will be more tolerable for that provident Fejee, I say, in the day of judgment, than for thee, civilized and enlightened gourmand, who nailest geese to the ground and feastest on their bloated livers in thy paté-de-foie-gras.

hermanmelville

]]> <![CDATA[You Can Have My Foie Gras When You Pry It From My Cold, Dead, Fatty Fingers]]> Hizzoner, natch.

Swordfish

]]>