Review: An Economist Gets Lunch
What’s cognitively dissonant about “An Economist Gets Lunch” is that Mr. Cowen combines this needling with his own brand of chowhound hipsterism. His book is also a long, Calvin Trillin-like ode to tamale stands and strip-mall joints and ethnic food, the more exotic the better.
Another "chowhound reference" sighting, too. We're keeping track for the CH trivia game!
Thanks for posting the link. I enjoyed the review and somehow missed it in my daily skim of the paper. After that lampooning, I doubt I'll pay for the book, but I kinda want to read through it for laughs.
As an aside, I couldn't help but note the sentence: "like watching a middle-aged man in a blue blazer play Hacky Sack at a My Morning Jacket concert." There was a Family Guy episode that I must assume it was a veiled reference to?