Thank allah for a long holiday weekend, because the mass hysteria in Blogville over one diner closing was getting pretty scary to watch. Lutece went out with less weeping and wailing, for cripes’ sake. Apparently clogs are just like dead-trees magazines, though: What’s news to one has to be one-upped by the other. It’s like a yardful of Kool-Aid-lapping dogs sniffing each others’ butts. If this keeps up, the two obsessions will have to merge and open Korent to feed the frenzy.