#TBT – When Mario Batali Told Me Dominique Ansel Wasn’t Wearing Underwear

This past weekend I attended another event by (RED)’s Eat (RED), Drink (RED), Save Lives Campaign, but this one was at my favorite place in the world, Smorgasburg. Mario Batali and Dominique Ansel judged a competition, which I wrote about for the Village Voice.

Check it out here: Have a Taste of the Smorgasburg (RED) Dish Competition

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I interviewed Batali and Ansel before the festivities, and here’s part of the interview that didn’t make it into the article:

LGBM: I asked you last time I met you if you were going to wear red Crocs on the launch date for (RED). Did you actually wear them?

Batali: I did!

Ansel: You can wear red underwear.

LGBM: What are you wearing that’s red?

Batali: He’s commando, I’m pretty much gonna bet…

Ansel: I can’t show you.

LGBM: Ok, maybe next time!

Thus, in conclusion, I basically asked Dominique Ansel to show me his cronuts. Smoooooooth.

My Fox Business Network Debut – Getting Too Excited About Waffles on National TV

For one of my last assignments at my old TV job, my co-worker Marisa and I went to legendary Brooklyn soul food joint Pink Teacup to interview the staff for a possible reality show. While this wasn’t normally part of my responsibilities, I obviously tagged along so I could get a taste of their famous chicken and waffles. A Fox Business Network crew was also in the restaurant to talk to the owner about “government intrusion on small businesses” (predictable). Unbeknownst to Marisa and I, some important moments of ours were captured in FBN’s piece.

Look how hard I’m concentrating at what this guy is saying:

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Listening to these people talk about their insane lives was great and all, but the real highlight came when the owner delivered me my piping hot waffle. Thankfully, this moment was captured for all to see:

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You can watch the full story here, though I’m not sure I recommend it:

Government Intrudes on Brooklyn Restaurant Owner

Marisa recently went back to Pink Teacup to follow up without me, and two separate staff members who didn’t hear each other asked, “Where is the little girl who was housing that waffle?”

I’ve never been more proud.