I saw Top Chef head judge Tom Colicchio on a kids & food panel (with Rachael Ray!) at SoBe Food & Wine Fest over the weekend. Tom, who was great, also failed to mention the winner.

I’ll have more on the SoBe panel in an upcoming article. But like tonight’s Top Chef finale, you’ll have to wait for it.

Many thanks to Jerry Brito’s prescription for my chronic case of the L7s which hepped me to Tiki Bar TV some months ago.

And in related news, a new Connecticut tiki bar has opened — within walking distance of my house. Baby Jesus loves me!

Yes, We Have No Bananas

From the press release:

TiVo Inc. (NASDAQ: TIVO), the creator of and a leader in television services for digital video recorders (DVRs), and Domino’s Pizza, Inc. (NYSE: DPZ), the recognized world leader in pizza delivery, have teamed up to give broadband connected TiVo subscribers the ability to order pizza for delivery or pick-up, and track delivery timing, right from their TV sets using the TiVo® service.

Tell me that this quote from Rob Weisberg, vice president of precision and print marketing at Domino’s Pizza, Inc., doesn’t make your heart overflow with joy at the wonders of the modern world:

“This is the first time in history that the ‘on-demand’ generation will be able to fully experience couch commerce by ordering pizza directly through their television set. You’ll see a television ad for Domino’s and you’ll click ‘I want it’ through your remote. In about 30 minutes, your pizza will show up at your door.”

Just in case you missed it, you can track your pizza from your couch.

Via Lifehacker

Crossposted at reason

Initially, I walked past him. I’m a big fan, but usually try not to bug celebs when I see them (including, frequently, former Fed chair Alan Greenspan at the same Starbucks). Still, something grabbed me and I headed back to say this:

Pardon me, but I feel I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask if you weren’t here for your morning joe.

Scarborough, host of the MSNBC morning show Morning Joe, smiled and said he guessed he was. He introduced me to his wife, and we chatted briefly about law school. (He got his degree at Gator law.)

It’s rare to say this about someone on television, and so I’ll say it: It’s good to see Scarborough is as nice and real in person as he is on television.

A gathering for professional wrestlers at a suburban New York City restaurant ended with the arrest of a wrestler known as “The Sandman.”

Yonkers police say that when officers arrived at the restaurant Sunday night, 45-year-old James “The Sandman” Fullington was flinging glasses from a tray at employees.

A police spokeswoman says the 6-foot-4-inch, 280-pound Fullington also threw several glasses at police, injuring two officers.

This the biggest controversy to hit wrestling since that episode of Hulk Hogan’s Rock ‘n’ Wrestling where the Iron Sheik’s nephew Ahmed played in the Junior World Series and the Sheik–who I met in the 1980s at a wrestling match held at a bar in Alexandria, Va.–cheated in an attempt to make Ahmed’s team win.

Note: Look for a Mean Gene Okerlund cameo about 6:20 into the video.

Note II: Bringing it back to food, fans do throw food at the wrestlers at about 7:35.

But that’s not all Oliver is. He’s also a tremendously wealthy prattling twit whose “woefully” ineffective yet mushrooming anti-obesity hysterics I’ve gone on about from time to time.

But even I was unprepared for his latest export–the docudrama Eat to Save Your Life–which is debuting this week in foodielicious Australia:

It is also tough-love Jamie-style: he calls all the ladies “darlin” – and then makes a particularly rotund one submit to a bath in which she is doused in slithery liquid to represent all the excess fat she’s consuming. The piece de resistance, however, is expert Gunther von Hagens: at Jamie’s request the good doctor cuts up the innards of a 28-stone corpse in front of all of us. It’s very, very tough love – and very watchable.

Jamie, darlin’. I met you a few years back, and I have to say you seemed a pleasant and charismatic enough chap. But, dude, the only autopsy I want a chef taking part in is the slicing and dicing of a cow, pig, chicken, or other non-human carcass for purposes of making me dinner.

If you really want to do something about obesity–and this advice is as free, moneywise, as the change people need to make to lose weight–cut the showboating, stop trying to scare everyone to death, stay away from quacks like von Hagens, stop grossing people out, and remind your fellow countrymen how to go for a walk.