When we were 12 years old all we cared about was our noble quest to rescue Princess Zelda from the evil Ganon; little David Fishman is already writing restaurant reviews for GQ. What is wrong kids these days? You may recall the bile that creeped up your throat when you first read about Richman's absolutely adorable habit of critiquing restaurants in his li'l diary. When your parents are well-connected Upper West Siders, it's the sort of thing that gets you a NY Times profile, a CBS Early Show segment (video), then a movie deal, then a beat down by frustrated bloggers still living with roommates in their 30s. Well, now Fishman's gotten published in GQ, in the column space where dining critic Alan Richman usually opines. Richman was inspired to take Fishman to four star seafood restaurant Le Bernardin after chef Eric Ripert talked a bit of trash about the precocious gourmand, saying, "Let's not glorify kids who are going to break our balls. This is not fair. Hopefully, when he's 18 and writing officially, I'll be retired." But despite being disappointed by the octopus, Fishman's guest-review is highly favorable, though he "realized with a pang how much it hurt to be mesmerized by a chef who hates me." Get used to it, kid.