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Last night I ate at an establishment that claimed to be run by the “most famous Italian restaurant owner in London.”

Cue snickers from me and my friends.

Then we turned to the back of the menu and beheld two photographs of great men. One picture of the Pope, and the other our eminent host – Don Luigi.

The Pope was seen in his eternally fashionable bone white gown with hand held up to indicate the location of the bathrooms as he does on most of his public speaking engagements. Don Luigi was resplendent in black and white with big hair, big sunglasses, a big smile and best of all a really really big brick-style early 90’s mobile phone held to his ear.

One of us ordered the best beef in the world. Another ordered the finest antipasta in London. I ordered something from the menu.

It was good.

I don’t know a lot about Bill O’Reilly and Anne Coulter, but I know enough about them to find this conversation simply amazing.

Thanks to Chris for sending me a John Quiggin Crooked Timber post extending the Economist’s analysis of MMOG (EverQuest) economic and legal presence in the real world (Terra).

A mesmerising customer service response to player unrest on one of the biggest MMOGs becomes an exercise in communicating what the designers intended and why customers can’t always get what they want even if they will get what they need (kindly archived at Cesspit). Cut to a discussion on who is the kind of player who really wants to know who and what is behind the curtain?

An Ultima Online farmer leaves a farewell message, and retires and eBays his farm bots:

Whoah!