Don’t Do The Fondue

Seems that people are buying into “the fondue” these days, almost as much as they’re buying into The Secret.

In the last month, everywhere I go, people are asking me if I “do the ‘due” and they’re not talking about soda. They’re talking about a restaurant where, for $125 per person, you are supposed to be extremely excited to (a) cook your own food over a flame, (b) dip poultry, beef and fish into a vat of melted cheese, (c) dip bread on skewers into another hot vat of cheese, (d) dip marshmallows into a third vat of chocolate, and (e) finish up with some cheese. I refuse to be on such a choleste-role

…and you should, too.