I just came across this story(http://goo.gl/EbqP) today, and given my name, and given that I fancy myself a bit of a foodie, who could resist? (Not that I considered the deep-fried, dunked-in-sugar-syrup mess that passes for General Tso’s chicken in most fast food Chinese restaurants to be gourmet food, mind you!) Here’s the first thing you should know: The general had nothing to do with his chicken. You can banish any stories of him stir-frying over the flames of the cities he burned, or heartbreaking tales of a last supper, prepared with blind courage, under attack from overwhelming hordes.

It was an incredibly busy and stressful week, so by the time I took the train down to New York City today, I was in some definite need for some pampering. So first, a visit to [ John Allan’s]1, for the full service treatment (a scalp massage, hair cut and styled, a hot towel treatment, a manicure, and a shoe shining). Then Stacey and I went to Aquavit. The last time we had gone to Aquavit was for my birthday, where we had