I said it six years ago and I’ll say it again: Somebody Feed Phil is the best show on “TV.”

Everything I said in that previous post is still true today, somehow even more so. And this time around I’ve got a son who dreams of the Phil Rosenthal lifestyle the way boys of the ’60s and ’70s looked at Hugh Hefner.

One troubling feature of the new season (that’s Season Seven which dropped this past Friday)… one of the episodes is from Washington, D.C.

My home!

Every one of those restaurants is now going to be crammed with tourists eschewing the monuments and going for the tempura and goat cheese instead.

I guess maybe it’ll be easier to get in the museums now.

Thanks, Phil.