News from Gael Greene
December 1, 2008
Dear Friends and Family and Food World Colleagues,
Well, it is called the Dining Section so why shouldn't the  New York Times revel in reviving the tale of my afternoon with Elvis Presley --and how he asked me to order him a fried egg sandwich as I tiptoed out the door. From the email I'm getting it seems like the whole world saw Glenn Collins too human portrait of me in the Times Wednesday. Even a reporter from Brazil called to ask if I didn't think it was unprofessional to play midnight games with chefs I might review.
"Of course, it is," I confessed. "I've always said it was outrageous. But sometimes one is merely human and you just can't help it."
So now I have a preview of my obituary if I finally rate  one at the end - Elvis and me into eternity. If there is a heaven and slightly naughty boys and girls get to go there, I shall hope Elvis and I meet again and that he is young and thin and beautiful. He can have his fried egg sandwich but I'll be looking for salmon cooked on one side with sorrel, the famous saumon à l'oseille, dished up by Jean Troisgros. We'll drink a chilled young Burgundy with it, of course.
And James Beard will join us bringing sour cherry pie.
For more on how it feels to pick up the pieces of a broken ego after being declared redundant by New York magazine, see today's BITE on my website.
And if you're bored with the drama of my forced retirement, and just want to know where to eat - read No Lipstick on This Pig, a review of chef Ryan Skeen's porcine makeover at Irving Mill.
Break an egg,
GAEL
P.S. That photo of me was taken by Alex Gottfryd as a cover shot that was rejected by New York magazine as "too glamorous." Steven Richter took the Irving Mill charcroute plate photo.
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