I enjoy good food, and as readers of my blog know, I enjoy reliving good food by writing about it. But what happens when a meal at a restaurant disappoints? Do I write nothing, so that the offender gets zero publicity from me? Do I write a short warning, so that others don't waste their time? Or do I go through each and every single horror in excoriating detail, so that the burnt and bitter essence of the experience is seared into memory forever? Well, sometimes the third option can be quite entertaining, as demonstrated in this scathingly hilarious review of Ayurveda Cafe on the Upper West Side. Hats off to the reviewers, who made my day and saved countless New Yorkers from a potentially awful dining experience.