This say-it-ain't-so memo just in from HBO headquarters on Bryant Park:

American's most powerful corrupt gossip column today passes along the moving tale of a celebrity couple supporting each other's projects:

Just posted to the Times site:

Today is the 20th anniversary of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster. You might have gathered this from the fairly cool portrait collection the Times ran (and teased on the front page) to mark the occasion. And how, you may ask, did Conde Nast chose to mark it? The only way they know how, according to this report from deep within 4 Times Square:

Buying the homely-looking food site Chowhound (she must be funny or something) wasn't enough for CNET. Continuing its chowdown (ha! ha! get used to it 'cause it's the only joke the tech zines will make tomorrow), the tech-news juggernaut announced a web version (still in the oven — ok, kill me) of its freshly acquired foodie magazine, Chow. Who knows if Chow will even have a print version this time — with the magazine already kaput, CNET was really just buying editors. From the internal memo:

Spotted last night on the Upper West Side. We understand their sauteed placenta is delicious.

The LAT pays tribute to venerated industry power-eatery The Palm, where agents, executives, and celebrity mascots old and new (Larry King goes there "two or three times a week" to obtain the protein-heavy sustenance that keeps him from not looking a day over 138 years young) gather to pretend to enjoy one another's company while dining on steaks and gawking at the trademark caricatures adorning the restaurant's walls. The Palm is moving up the block and taking its famous walls with it, and the Times gives a hint about which of the current generation of stars awaiting immortality might make the cut in the new digs:

Only because we want to provide you with all the information you might need for effective stalking of Graydon Carter or Anna Wintour, we feel obliged to pass along an admittedly fairly boring internal Conde Nast memo from earlier in the week. It's real-estate news:

Yesterday we posted a plaintive query from a frustrated reader: Why couldn't he find the "creamy, sweet bliss" of Cadbury Creme Eggs anywhere in Manhattan? Many of you immediately identified with his plight, but some of you also dismissed it. Who was right, we wondered? Are there eggs, or are there no eggs? We had no idea. Then last night, finally, came photographic proof. This is Duane Reade at 73rd and Third, at 9:30 p.m. There are eggs! Yay!

A disturbing email arrived earlier today:

Charlie Suisman's Manhattan User's Guide today points us to the city health department's most recent inspection report on the legendary, Gehry-designed, garlic-free Conde Nast cafeteria. Food-service establishments get points for violations, with the goal being the lowest total score and 28 points requiring a reinspection. How'd the caf do? Fifteen, which is low enough to pass but higher than the overall city average of 13 points. Most interesting, though, is one of the reasons for that score:

Apparently, they like hamburgers.

So we're sitting in a Dunkin Donuts on Second Avenue, having just checked the front window of the Second Avenue Deli ourselves, when we see Eater has beaten us to the punch. The above sign, affixed to the beloved and bygone deli is worrisome, sure. But we also agree with our foodie friends' assessment: It's clearly a hoax.

To be filed under things we never knew we wanted to know but still find ourselves strangely intrigued by:

After a long Fashion Week, Anna Wintour was hungry and tired.

We'd like to take a moment to wish the happiest of third birthdays to our delightfully unjaded crosstown friends at Gothamist. The actual anniversary isn't till next week, the Gisters report, but last night's Moveable Hype concert apparently served as a celebration. We congratulate them on their longevity, but mostly we envy them their readers, who, apparently, take it upon themselves to whip up Gothamist-themed birthday cakes. (No one ever makes us baked goods. Sigh.) And while we could not have designed a more perfect Gothamist cake than one featuring both Jerry Orbach and a panda — well, OK, we might have put some weather in the background, too — we also admit we're a little confused: We don't quite understand why Jerry would be going undercover in a panda suit, and we don't quite understand why Jerry looks so much like a vampire. But, then, we're always OK with not quite understanding Gothamist, and we're pretty sure they're OK with it, too. Have a happy, if mildly confusing, birthday, guys.

A correction from today's Dining Out/Dining In section:

Americans — even New Yorkers — are nothing if not gluttonous sorts. And so it's not surprising that articles telling us maybe it's OK to do things — drink red wine during pregnancy, smoke cigarettes — that we've long been told we're not supposed to do. So it's entirely unsurprising that today's "Low-Fat Diet Does Not Cut Health Risks, Study Finds" would shoot to the top of the list.

An odd synchronicity showed up in our inbox.

We may be a little more than fashionably late to this particular party, but it's Friday afternoon, and our resistance to the awesome is incredibly low. Behold: the 100x100 burger (100 patties, 100 slices of cheese—but for the carb conscious, just two buns!), the bastard child of some overly agreeable In-N-Out workers and some dudes with a coronary deathwish on the loose in Las Vegas. And yes, they ate the whole thing, which they estimated to be about 19,000 calories. We imagine that it won't be long before an Escalade full of guys driving home from a bender on the Strip pull over to the In-N-Out at Sunset and Highland and decide to go for the record.