Where’s My Gravlax!?

New York Times reporters covering the Mayor’s inauguration demand to know where the gravlax is:

The thousands who crammed the space squished and pushed, and chased after floating plates of miniburgers, which, like elusive white stags on the horizon, seemed impossible to lasso. Those in the know simply stood on Chambers Street and waited for the tiny sandwiches and bite-size brownies to make their way out.

While on the topic, it is fair to say that Mayor Bloomberg has finally driven home his point about the joys of comfort food. He serves his dinner party guests meatloaf. He favors hot dogs. Everyone understands. At his next big event, perhaps he could offer some gravlax?