Critic's Guide

I may have run into the greatest little diner in America: room for 12, faded and grease stained menu behind counter, guests walk into kitchen to pour their own coffee and bus their own tables, owner hassles each and every regular. Don't know how they evade the health inspector. After five minutes, everybody knows your name. Too bad it's in Rhode Island.

If you don't have kids or don't like decibel levels that would drown out a 747 never--and I mean never--drop by Elevation Burger for a Saturday lunch.

Stopped by Il Cane Rosso. Obviously they have service kinks to work out, but the pizza guys are already clicking. The only disappointment: burrata on the menu, but not in the building (yet).

The topic of pick up lines came up this evening. Years ago I surveyed women about the worst they'd heard. This one stands out (and be prepared to cringe): "If you are what you eat, I could be you by morning." Can't imagine a more pathetic pick up line.