It was over a nice seafood lunch at Pappadeaux that I was introduced to the world of grills. The specially molded pieces of jewelry worn on the front teeth, popular among Southern rappers for years, were now hitting the big time: suburban malls, I was informed by my dining partner, a sweet seminary student. Even I, most WASPy of WASPs, could be a little crunk. Until then, I'd lived a life devoid of oral fabulousness, content merely to stick shiny things in my ears and nose. Time to cram my largest facial orifice chock-full of... More >>>