You know we're in political times when OC food reviews are political!

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Check out this review on the Aire which looks to make a big deal about how you can copy the habits of those like Duke Cunningham to "fit in" to this restaurant's atomsphere, MZM supplied hookers and all! :) We are definite at the crossroads of times of political change!

http://www.ocweekly.com/food/food/mama-needs-a-sugar-daddy/25072/

Mama Needs a Sugar Daddy
To take her to Aire every night of the week
By REBECCA SCHOENKOPF
Thursday, May 4, 2006 - 3:00 pm

You know that creepy feeling you get when you pull into the Lab or the Camp and see all those fresh, expensive haircuts and meticulously distressed jeans, the feeling that says, at 29, you’re too old and too poor?

Ignore it, grab a girlfriend, march into Aire, take out your plastic, and deficit-spend like you’re the GOP. (Consider, while you’re at it, controlling all three branches of gubmint and running the media, the better to intone about “liberals” and “taxes.”) You may not want to belly up to the trendy bar, where uptight Newport Mesans will look sullenly past you, knowing with one sniff that you’re really not their kind. But just ask the ridiculously friendly hostesses (as pretty as the Memphis girls across the street but without a stuck-up bone in their slim, lithe bodies) for a table and a menu, and kindly proceed to order everything on it.

You may hate yourself in the morning, but an hour or two getting fat, drunk and happy at Aire is the kind of worldly pleasure that could turn Gandhi into a Republican. Soon you’ll be looking for tax breaks to feed your habit, or even running for office, the better to scoop up those tasty bribes (and Mitchell Wade’s hookers) so you can enjoy whatever the hell it was the magnificent waitstaff put before us—two nights in a row, motherfucker!

Yeah, I went back the very next day. Now mama just needs a sugar daddy. Too bad Duke Cunningham’s stuck in stir.
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1. check out the last paragraph.

''We never did order an entrée, though the Weekly’s own Gustavo Arellano did and was reduced to blubbering, “AMAZING,” even going so far as to lock his keyboard in the caps-lock position to tell me about it, when faced with the Kansas City-style steak . (That’s “KC and the Sunshine Strip,” and I suspect you may be starting to see about the cutesy dish names without my even having to tell you.) But we did order a chilled melon-and-prosciutto soup, and the Mi-So Vegan (another wrapstravaganza, this time without the dead, delicious meat), and the Magnificent Seven, which were tiny tacos of diced ahi tuna, and a bunch of other fusiony delights frequently accompanied by tomatillo salsas or fresh, salty misos or ponzus for which it would be perfectly okay to smack someone. We couldn’t stop. And why should we? What better way to spend the waning days of an empire than in sybaritic abandon? We’ll leave the ferocious drive and iron wills to China, while we hasten the end of American glory in a fat, greedy, bankrupted stupor. And why not? Look at how well it worked for Rome.''

hysterical! and delicious!

[The_Casual_Observer]

2. Rebecca Schoenkopf could turn a sneeze into a political statement.

The OC weekly could be counted on not to provide a run of the mill restaurant review.