Go read this. It’s FoTotD Nick Paumgarten’s latest piece of brilliance in The New Yorker, and it’s a perfectly paced thriller about a restaurant that doesn’t exist. There’s this guy–that’s how all these stories start–named Damon. He has a last name, but it’s tough to spell and it’s late. Let’s pretend Damon’s last name is … Continue reading Many Reservations