Word: connoisseurs
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With high art butting up against crass industry, and the sublime meeting the slime, Cannes is catnip for a connoisseur of bad taste like trash auteur John Waters, who showed his fizzy anarchistic jape Cecil B. Demented out of competition. "When I hear people say they hate the festival," he told TIME's Jeffrey Ressner, "I wonder why they bother to stay in show business." Cecil B. was typical of the American films premiering at Cannes this year. Ribald or sedate, they were all off-Hollywood. The Coen brothers offered a surprisingly genial odyssey, O Brother, Where Art Thou?, with...
...budding connoisseur with money to burn, I turn to digestif every week for dining suggestions. In general I have been very pleased with the restaurants and dishes recommended. However, the photograph accompanying last week's review of Stephanie's of Newbury put me off my lunch. An up-close-and-personal, black-and-white snapshot of a partially prepared chicken doesn't exactly get my lips smacking. "Toss my salade," indeed...
...attendee, describes. "There's a table in the back with wine, and some older guy looks at you and asks, 'Red or White?' " Das' friend, social swinger Paul R. Mrockowski '00, attests to the superior pedigree of the wine bar. As a self-declared wino, Mrockowski can appreciate the connoisseur in Das--a small reward for the approximate $500 Das drops per party...
...straight and in America's reigning cocktail, the margarita. "When I opened, customers just wanted to down their tequila in one go," says Fernando Martinez, who started the Going Loco bar in London in mid-1998. "Now many regular customers experiment and taste different tequilas just like a whiskey connoisseur would...
...time she sits for her portrait, Greit is a budding connoisseur. Standing, dustrag in hand, before her employer's paintings, she begins to have small epiphanies: "The pitcher and basin...became yellow, and brown, and green, and blue. They reflected the pattern of the rug, the girl's bodice, the blue cloth draped over the chair--everything but their true silver color. And yet they looked as they should, like a pitcher and a basin... After that I could not stop looking at things...