All hail the new upper crust. Regina Schrambling in the LA Times on how bread-loving New Yorkers are more spoiled than ever: "This city has always had an embarrassment of yeasty riches, especially with the rise of artisanal bakeries in the last 10 years, but now the bread scene feels extraordinary. While most of the rest of the country has to settle for squishy Italian or "baked on premises" La Brea in supermarkets, here, in what is virtually a European satellite, we can walk into Dean & Deluca and take our pick from no fewer than 17 bakeries. Or we can sit down in a good restaurant and face more choices in bread than water." [via The Morning News]
N.B. I love Schrambling's Gastropoda. On its best day Gawker would be lucky to be half as tart.