Mixed parmagiana at Rocco's

Fine, Mayor Bloomberg, you're making the whole going-out experience a little less gritty and exciting than it used to be (smoke-filled bars! loud music till all hours!). But if you do make city restaurants provide nutritional information, Gothamist won't have anything else to do but sit on the stoop with our 40! Health Commissioner Thomas Frieden says, "If people want to know, they should be able to find out." Yeah, but they might kill themselves after finding out that a slice of cheesecake has 34 grams of fat (thanks A LOT, Jeff Cronin from the Center for Science in the Public Interest). One diner the Post finds agrees, saying the dining experience is about "treating yourself." Here, here. Whether it's gorging on BBQ from around the country, rice pudding, decadent tastings, Kobe beef burgers, or cream puffs, people should be allowed to live and enjoy life. We mean, if we can't figure out that the greasy, oily veal parmigiana at Rocco's is bad for us in a multitude of ways, Gothamist shouldn't be allowed to live.

Jake takes a bite out of Kreuz beef shoulder clod

The Post's Steve Cuozzo freaks the f**k out. "If Mayor Mike and the Health Department want restaurants to alert customers to every remote hazard, they should think about posting warnings where they might actually do some good. If you're thinking about moving into a city housing project, for example, why shouldn't signs in lobbies warn you of the risk you'll be murdered or maimed there?" Cuozzo makes the good and less hysterical point that many city restaurants have dishes that not only use over 20 different and distinct ingredient, but may change daily. A Ruby Tuesdays, with 700 locations, has the efficiencies to hire a nutritionist to examine the food make-up. But many small NYC restaurants don't.

tien went to Eileen's Special Cheesecake for some very special cheesecake.