A random food note: what is it with NY chefs and ramps this year? I swear to god it's an epidemic; there are ramps four times on EVERY menu in this city (even a ramps Pizza at Otto last week). Last night we had a wonderfully convivial dinner at Mas with the always-charming Andre Ostertag (few better dinner guests exist. Note to self that I MUST somehow arrange a meeting between Andre and the Bret Brothers, who share so many of his philosophies) . . . . and at this dinner there was no getting around the ramps; they were in everything. I'm not complaining; I like them and all but I'm thinking there must be quite a few farmers upstate who are laughing their ass off about all them fancy New Yorkers actually paying big money to eat. . . weeds! I'm thinking maybe we could capitalize on all those dandelions that grow in our yard.