Knight Rider v2.0: A Giant Ford Masterbation

I recently watched Knight Rider on NBC and was amazed by the blatant and quite frankly ludicrous remake of a show I remember fondly from my childhood, Knight Rider.  For those who have been living under a large boulder since the heady days of the 1980's, Knight Rider is a great show about a artificially intelligent car and the T-Rex of a man behind the wheel.

Well, in NBC's 2008 remake of the show, I assume financed by Ford Motor Company, the amount of consumerism reaches a level I have never even imagined possible.  Literally, every single car in the show was a Ford brand.  Every single car.  That takes a significant amount  of planning.  Every shot was a sexy angle of the car.  The story was essentially focused on incorporating as many shots of the cars as possible.  The ads even incorporated a side story between the new K.I.T.T., voiced by Val Kilmer (I know!), and main character, Mike, supposedly the Hoff's son.  

For the love of God, can we not think of any new shows?

Why must we destroy the classics?

Please tighten up.

I'm looking at you, OXO: Your garlic press crapped-out on my dinner.

It was pasta time.

To me, that basically meant garlic time with added food in which to soak up garlic. Step one in this almost weekly pasta-sauce staple is peeling lots of garlic, warming up some olive oil and sauteing that wonderful stuff into a fragrant, heavenly base. Tonight was no different than any other -- I have not somehow gained Clark Kentian forearms -- and yet the second squeeze of garlic cloves through my OXO "Good Grips" Garlic Press rendered it completely useless. It snapped in half.


OXO's product description explains that this press has "sturdy, die-cast zinc construction and a large capacity garlic chamber" which certainly give it the illusion of heft and strength, but what they don't mention is that the hinge -- the most important part in the mechanics of the thing -- is made out of plastic glazed over with metallic paint to look like metal. [UPDATE: In my haste I assumed something that would break so easily must be plastic. Upon closer inspection, however, the hinge is just their really shitty "die-cast zinc" that splits in two under pressure.]


And check out that price: $14.99? Puh-lease. If I'm going to fork over more than a Hamilton [or four] for a garlic press, next time I'll go with one I've heard good things about: the Rösle Garlic Press. I'm not sure if I'm ready to spring $37.95, but she sure is one fine looking piece of metal.

Speaking of Laurent Tourondel (see the comments thread in the GQ post below), BLT Market just opened in the Central Park Ritz. Just another in a long line of mediocre, pseudo-haute cuisine restaurants. In five years, every intersection in New York will have a Starbucks, a Pinkberry, a BLT, and an American Apparel. I can't wait...