First it was interior designers using books as silly decorations—never intended to be read—and now this: a restaurant with walls built of paperback books. Gah! How would the restaurant biz feel if I went and built a bookstore out of perfectly seared slabs of bluefin tuna or filled my (imaginary) swimming pool with truffle oil? Now that I think of it, this is starting to sound less like revenge, and more like yuppie Hansel and Gretel....
