Monday, August 18, 2008

New web page design and contest

Elephants Deli just launched a new website, and they are having a feedback-giving contest. The first 50 people to send their comments about the website to marketing@elephantsdeli.com will get a prize and be entered to win a picnic basket for two.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Smell like you have the phone # to Milk & Honey

It’s good to have friends with connections, like Sonya Moore of Standards and Pours, who can get into any bar in the city. Over the weekend we went to Milk & Honey, where I was forbidden from breaking out the camera in the bar or publishing the ultra-exclusive secret phone number. (Sorry, but if I don’t keep Sonya happy she won’t hook me up with sazerac cupcakes.)

The dark bar was off-limits to the Ambience Chaser camera, but no one was there to stop me from snapping pictures in the ladies’ room. Honestly, it wasn’t so different from the bathroom in my apartment, except I don’t have a list of rules like “no starf*cking” posted in mine. At least, not since college.

Note the posh soap and lotion:
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This soap picture will self-destruct in 30 seconds

It’s Kiehl’s Deluxe Hand & Body Lotion with Aloe Vera & Oatmeal and Bath and Shower Liquid Body Cleanser in Grapefruit, available on Kiehl’s website in 16.9 oz. bottles for $30.50 and $25.00, respectively.

Do with that information what you will. Maybe you could wash your hands with it, then go to Milk and Honey and wave them at the hostess as proof that you’ve really been in the bar all night and just stepped out to hit the ATM so she’ll let you “back” in.

Weekend wrap-up

The Miracle Fruit bungle seems to have wound itself down after the weekend. I guess they have jobs too.

It was pretty lukewarm as these things go. I got about five or six messages bitching out Miracle Connect, seventeen thousand requests for people to stop hitting “Reply to all” when bitching out Miracle Connect, and a couple people who decided the recipient list made a delightfully captive blog audience or support group.
“sorry, [name redacted], but I think it's important that everyone knows that many of us are experiencing the same frustration,” reasoned one fan of the Reply All button. (One might think the 224 names on the recipient list accomplished that on their own, but who am I to judge? Oh yeah, a blogger: J’accuse!)

I did get a chance to commiserate with Miracle Fruit-hunting restaurateur Carlos Suarez, owner of Bobo, who says he is still waiting for his berries or tablets. As to whether he was investigating berries for the restaurant, he says, “Indeed, I was just curious...initially I thought to share them at a friend's birthday party, but you never know!”

I hope he does get some. Then I hope I get some. (I kinda hope a couple people who spent the weekend spamming me about their crushed berry dreams don't get any at all.)


my kingdom for this berry

Friday, August 8, 2008

Publicity stunt go "boom"?

The whole "Ruby Tuesday blows itself up" thing went down earlier this week.

In summary: The restaurant didn't explode. In the video, a similar-looking restaurant next door blew up instead. The crowd looked understandably aghast. I mean, a casual-dining restaurant that didn't know it was going to be blown up is probably going to have people in it.

As I'm sure you've guessed, it wasn't a real accident. (That news is good, if unsurprising). It wasn't even a real restaurant. It was just a model blown up in a studio. There's behind-the-scenes footage at Ruby Tuesday if you are still interested.

Strange Fruit

Oh dear. I just received the email addresses of 224 disappointed Miracle Fruit buyers.

Awhile ago those Miracle Berries that rewire your tastebuds were in the Times and nymag.com. They sounded pretty awesome, and everyone went crazy trying to get some. Including me.

But too many people wanted them and there weren't enough berries to go around. That brings us to today, when I got an email from Miracle Connect saying that there were no berries to be had, but they'd send a refund or miracle fruit tablets, which work the same way as the berries but are infinitely less exciting.

That's a little disappointing, but c'est la vie. The problem is that the mailing list was not BCC'ed (Blind Carbon Copied, in case my grandpa is reading) so every recipient can see every other recipient. Ugh. Last time this happened my mail box was stuffed for 4 days with people shouting, "Everyone just stop replying!" to each other.


(Also, there's at least one restaurateur on that list.)

Monday, August 4, 2008

Do restaurants get sad?

Back in college we had a friend who came back from the infirmary one day and said, “I have SAD.”
“OMG, j00 can has teh sad?” I replied.

But he wasn’t speaking in l337 or some kind of proto-LOLspeak. He was telling us he’d been diagnosed with SAD – Seasonal Affective Disorder. To treat the condition, which pretty much made him really sad in the winter – he was prescribed a giant sun lamp to trick his body into believing it wasn’t under 14 feet of New England snow.

Now that I’m out of school and all gainfully employed, I don’t see the sun at all during the week unless I’m running late for work (which, er, totally never happens all the time). Lately I’ve been thinking I need one of those giant pretend suns for myself.

Then I got an email from a place called The Sky Factory, which makes programmable virtual skylights and windows for restaurants. The screens simulate the rising and setting sun and changing seasons. Their primary source light apparently incorporates the same faux sun my friend used to treat his SAD during the winter.

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That picture is really, really blue.