Fork in the Road was at Avery Fisher Hall last night for the James Beard Awards and their boozy, overfed aftermath. Gin and caviar were dispensed freely in the press room, where journalists played dress-up and award winners pressed flesh, grinned amid the flashbulbs, and basked in adulation. The ceremony was but a three-hour warm-up for the gala that followed, where meticulously coiffed attendees bum-rushed long tables crowded with diminutive portions of expensive food, guzzled vast quantities of alcohol, and reveled in an atmosphere that most likely resembled that directly preceding the fall of the Roman empire. Click through for photos of the evening, or what we remember of it.
"More than any other contemporary African-American athlete, his ability to thrive in the pressure cooker of corporate America, while never making any embarrassing 'I’m not black, I’m universal' comments or selling his soul rather than just his visage, makes him a role model"
“Though his work for human rights is unassailable, the books grow worse and worse, the tales of his derring-do more and more farfetched. Finally, without at all forgiving him his lies, one feels sorry for Kosinski.”