What a mug…
You read right, Jeffrey Chodorow! The man of a thousand spaghetti marinaras, the man who inspires rancor and fury in the hearts of the city’s more enlightened food cognoscenti (except the ones with a thing for meatballs) is o-u-t of The New York Times‘ most coveted throne—chief restaurant critic. Per the adoring e-mail that went out to Times staffers just a few moments ago, he’s taking the reins at the Sunday magazine:
After a break for book promotion and some overdue vacation, Frank will become a writer-at-large on the staff of our Sunday magazine, where he will have license to follow his appetites—his journalistic appetites—wherever they lead him. Jill and I have insisted on the right to draft him occasionally for projects large or small, but the magazine will be his base and main outlet.
The search for a replacement starts now. Eyes akimbo, chefs: The next Bruni could be right under your nose. [Diner's Journal]
