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More Sex From Gael Greene; TKettle's Veggie Dumplings

Gael Greene returns to her sexy-tables topic after an influx of reader mail: "Several romantics agreed with Francesco that 'Jean Georges at lunch could not be more sexy.'" A reformed Madame Bovary concluded: "It was a lot of bang for the buck." [Insatiable Critic] Even the Brits are buzzing over the prospect of Charlie Trotter opening a restaurant overlooking Madison Square Park. [Caterer Search, UK] Related: New York to Charlie Trotter: Bring It On! This hefty roundup of book recommendations for foodies includes such Grub-approved picks as the Food Snob's Dictionary and My Last Supper (where you can see Wylie Dufesne lounging like Lady Godiva, but with cheese). [Zagat] Related: Meet the Original Food Snobs David Kamp Brings Aid to Would-Be Food Snobs Eating the Last Supper

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Chef Centerfold Calendar Ready for 2008

We just got our copy of the Gourmet Institute calendar, and though we expected it to be pretty good (the pictures are by My Last Supper author Melanie Dunea), it turns out to be almost surreal. Dunea really gets the the absurdity of chef glamour shots, but rather than try to tone down the portraits, she folds her insight back into the photograph. The pictures are so high-concept that they transcend their original food-porn purposes. Brilliant! The calendar, which helps to support City Meals on Wheels, features twelve big-shot chefs in her signature style, and includes such awesome shots as Maremma's Cesare Casella in a cowboy suit, looking like a tough Tuscan sheriff of the plains; Esca's David Pasternack, looking totally looped, pouring liquor into the mouth of his fish companion; and Barbuto's Jonathan Waxman, throwing what we hope is flour around in a gleeful, Tony Montana–like spree. The Chefs of the Gourmet Institute 2008 Calendar Related: Eating the Last Supper

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The Party to (Literally) End All Parties at Le Bernardin

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There are book parties, there are banquets, and then there was the event held last night at Le Bernardin for Melanie Dunea’s My Last Supper. From the start, you knew it was going to be out of control: Rather than entering the front door, guests were led, à la the Copa scene in Goodfellas, through winding back stairs, hallways, and the kitchen, where winged dancing girls, identical twin Lenny Kravitz look-alikes, and even a Grim Reaper awaited. Eric Ripert’s meal was an astounding sleigh ride from a Puerto Rican whole hog to the most ethereal escolar imaginable, and included both a D.J. and cabaret performer Lady Rizo singing “White Wedding” on top of a piano, while dancers in veils and thongs frolicked underneath. The less said about the after-party, which inevitably ended with Daniel Boulud dancing on top of the banquet table, the better. But enough talk. On to the slideshow. Related: Eating the Last Supper

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