
Our penchant not reading Page Six word for word (there are bold names, subtitles and pictures!) caught up with our immature side when we thought that the story about New York chefs in Times Square posing for a Bon Appetit photo spread was more along the lines of some elaborate, bawdy/British joke to be pulled on Conde Nast staffers. Hey, you read "Mario Batali hauling a 100-pound sausage into 4 Times Square" and not have the same reaction.




yikes, that photo of him from the post is so much worse than his "glamour" photo.
Mario! I love Mario! Mainly because when I was a bit heavier and had long hair EVERYONE thought I WAS Mario! It was fun being faux famous for a while. Especially when I went to Las Vegas... actually it was annoying then. I got stopped everytime I went out.
I really need to put a picture of me from then on my site.
YAY!
I met Mario when I went to Babbo. At first glance, I thought he was the lead singer to the commitments. Amazing food though.
Just a few weeks ago, he showed up at my birthday celebration. He was neither attractive nor very pleasant, but we talked to him anyway. Celebrity gets you a long way these days.
I always liked Mario, at least from his show on Food Network. His teaching style reminds me of a painting teacher I had in graduate school.
Mario Batali is so fat he looks like he might explode. I have always thought that his fingers look like sausages and I hate his clogs. Oddly enough, I have a strange thing with Northern Italians with red hair - only because my swarthy Southern Italian grandfather always used to say 'never trust an Italian with red hair'...