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Food For Thought

In 5 years as restaurant critic for the New York Times, Frank Bruni influenced millions of diners — and countless discussions of “where should we eat?”

For much of his life, his own answer was:  anywhere, any time.

Bruni was a voracious eater.  The results showed on his body — and, less visibly, his self-esteem.

Frank Bruni

Now average weight — and off the food beat — he’s written a book:  Born Round:  the Secret Life of a Full-Time Eater. He says it contains “elements of an addiction memoir and a food memoir, with lots of family issues and digressions.”

This Monday (August 2, 7:30 p.m.) Bruni will be at the Westport Public Library.  He’ll talk about restaurant writing, eating, self-loathing — and the intersection of all 3.

He’ll also answer questions from the audience.  If anyone asks him to compare his own youthful weight issues with today’s focus on childhood obesity, he’ll mention the importance of offering healthy options and environments.

And, he’ll note, that’s not always easy to do.

“Parents have to realize that kids model behavior from watching their parents — with food, and everything else.  If parents are sedentary or pig out in front of the TV, kids accept that as the norm.”

I wanted to dig in to another subject:  Westport’s culinary life.

“Sadly, I don’t know much about Fairfield County restaurants,” Bruni said.  “My knowledge ends with Westchester.”

So where will he dine before Monday’s library appearance?

“Unfortunately, I’ve got a lot of things to do here at the Times,” he said.  “My summer is crazy.

“I’ll probably just have a sandwich on the train.”

Why America Faces An Obesity Crisis

What a glorious spring week!  Each afternoon, the roads of Westport are filled with walkers, joggers, bikers…

…and parents waiting in their cars, for the bus to disgorge their kids from school.

I’m not talking 1 or 2 moms (or dads).  I mean battalions, all sitting inside their (idling) cars as if the sun would give them swine flu.

Westport school busThese are not parents waiting at the end of a busy mile-long street, either.  Some live on those new little 1-house “roads” (actually driveways named for themselves).  They drive all of 6 yards to retrieve their precious cargo.  A few, I am sure, walk further to their garage than if they stroll to meet the bus.

People, please:  Walk to the bus stop.  Then walk “all the way home” with your kid.  Point out some birds and flowers.  Chat.  Amble.

Or — call me crazy — hang around the house, and let your kid walk home alone.  Maybe with a friend?

Nah.  This is Westport.  Who knows what dangers lurk between the bus stop and #2 (Insert Your Name Here) Lane?