Well, now. I was at MoMA today, and I ventured into one of their fancy-schmancy cafés and ordered pennette with asiago and a red chile crust, which sounded kind of good. You know what it was? Macaroni and cheese! They must of thought I was some rube from the sticks and they'd have a little fun with me. Show me some New York-style hospitality. They must of been peeking out of that little round window in the kitchen door and chortling about how they put one over on the hayseed. Well, the joke's on them. Um, I have no justification whatsoever for saying that, it just makes me feel better. Anyway, d'Egg's mac and cheese beats the snooty egghead New Yorkers' hands down. So there.