A Public Service

Never let it be said that around here at the Café we're not responsive to our regulars; our dear Mean Reds recently queried whether it might not be a good idea to consider the life and career of one Eduardo Noriega, an actor he characterized enthusiastically as "amazingly guapo."

I have to admit his was, to me, a new name, but, ever one to serve, dutifully I headed out onto the Interwebs. My hopes were high, given my fellow aesthete's marked enthusiasm for ultraliciously bollystarry types such as Messrs Patel, Abraham, and Morea.

Initially, though, I was somewhat underwhelmed. Here, I thought was a pleasant enough young man, but really perhaps more one of Thombeau's or Peenee's houseboys than the kind of slightly, well, swarthier types generally found in these parts.

Nonetheless, I persevered, and additional evidence began to sway my judgment.

In the end, I admit, I find myself close to capitulation. He will doubtless only be yet more vintage in a decade or so, but for the moment, in a (Patel-less) pinch, he'd more than do.

I shall, out of a continuing, selfless sense of duy, continue my research.