Reader Laura G. writes:
This weekend I was taken out for a VERY nice dinner in a super fancy and famous restaurant in the SF area. The pastry chef sent out macaron as an off-the-menu treat, as some chefs are wont to do. I found myself wondering, “does Chef ____ read Joe Pastry?” Further bonus points because I was able to speak intelligently (or so I thought after so much wine) about macarons and “feet”.
Many of you surely laughed when I talked about the social benefits of being among the macaron “feet” cognoscenti. But who’s laughing now, eh? All this trivial knowledge will serve you well one (drunken) day, mark my words!