I’ve certainly written my share of clunkers over the years, but then, I don’t write for a big-time newspaper with big-time editors (and pull down a big-time paycheck). Even the mighty have fingers of clay, I guess is the lesson of the following.
Here is the first line of S. Irene Virbila’s restaurant review in the L.A. Times last week:
“Seated at the sushi counter at the new Nobu Los Angeles, the three of us are oddly the only ones at the long counter made of blond-striped wood.”
What were the other customers made of, knotty pine?