Wednesday

Mis(sed) Fortune

Today I stumbled upon a collection of what claims to be "The Most Ridiculous Fortune Cookie Fortunes Of All Time" on Huffington Post. It was entertaining, but there was something missing—Tao's notoriously naughty fortunes were nowhere to be found.

As much as I appreciated diddies such as "You are almost at the top. You have farther to fall," Tao's absence was palpable. I mean, really: What serious foodie hasn't experienced the majesty that is Tao's giant fortune cookie? It's massive, filled with chocolate and vanilla mousse, and is downright delicious. Oh, and it also has some of the funniest fortunes in it, too.

HuffPo has no excuse: There's a Tao in Manhattan, right in my beloved online newspaper's backyard! (at 42 E. 58th Street) And, again, this is the kind of stuff that legends are made of... as is their miso-glazed Chilean sea bass. But I digress...

In effort to fill this void, I'm going to share with y'all a shot of one of the R-rated fortunes I received last year. (Thank you, TwitPic.)

Next time you're at Tao, check it out. It's a fun dessert to share with the entire table... assuming you're not dining with your grandparents, that is.

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