The pupu platters of my what?

I had no idea Frank Bruni had removed his lips from W.'s butt to devote them to the cause of restaurant reviewing, but now that he has, what a sentence! (Via Majikthise)

"Skewers of duck breast arrived with a miniature grill of sorts and thus recalled the participatory theater of the pu pu platters of yore."

Ah, where have you gone, you pupu platters of yore! Across the mists of time I search for you. Yearning, yearning, ever ever yearning for the sweet yet nutty embrace of the pupu I enjoyed just as the war began, when the world was in uproar and to this young stripling everything seemed possible.

Bulwer-Lytton, the search is over.