We were watching the Stanley TucciItaly show the other day, and my lady wife said that Massimo Bottura was like the Italian version of me. What a compliment! I was like shit, I wish. Because, first of all, he’s figured out a thing that I haven’t yet, which is the precise, breezy white tee to wear under a suit jacket or blazer. I always end up with a graphic tee, because my plain white tees don’t seem to have quite the right texture, and because I just sort of default to dressing like a Stroke. And also: that’s his dope ass hotel restaurant there in the above picture. I need to get to work finding white tees and building a paradise life before I can claim to be the American version of Massimo Bottura.
Just when you were getting it together to face the post-pandemic world, Krispy Kreme drops some last meal-level stoner food to kill yourself with.
