"The great Father Zed, Archiblogopoios"
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Fr. John Hunwicke
"Some 2 bit novus ordo cleric"
- Anonymous
"Rev. John Zuhlsdorf, a traditionalist blogger who has never shied from picking fights with priests, bishops or cardinals when liturgical abuses are concerned."
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"Father John Zuhlsdorf is a crank"
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"the hate-filled Father John Zuhlsford" [sic]
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- Michael Sean Winters
"Fr Z is a true phenomenon of the information age: a power blogger and a priest."
- Anna Arco
“Given that Rorate Coeli and Shea are mad at Fr. Z, I think it proves Fr. Z knows what he is doing and he is right.”
- Comment
"Let me be clear. Fr. Z is a shock jock, mostly. His readership is vast and touchy. They like to be provoked and react with speed and fury."
- Sam Rocha
"Father Z’s Blog is a bright star on a cloudy night."
- Comment
"A cross between Kung Fu Panda and Wolverine."
- Anonymous
Fr. Z is officially a hybrid of Gandalf and Obi-Wan XD
- Comment
Rev. John Zuhlsdorf, a scrappy blogger popular with the Catholic right.
- America Magazine
RC integralist who prays like an evangelical fundamentalist.
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[T]he even more mainline Catholic Fr. Z. blog.
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“For me the saddest thing about Father Z’s blog is how cruel it is.... It’s astonishing to me that a priest could traffic in such cruelty and hatred.”
- Jesuit homosexualist James Martin to BuzzFeed
"Fr. Z's is one of the more cheerful blogs out there and he is careful about keeping the crazies out of his commboxes"
- Paul in comment at
1 Peter 5
"I am a Roman Catholic, in no small part, because of your blog.
I am a TLM-going Catholic, in no small part, because of your blog.
And I am in a state of grace today, in no small part, because of your blog."
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Oh my goodness, some of my favorite food. Izat ice tea?
Oh my goodness, I love borscht! It’s really good with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkle of dill. Mmm.
Jamaican me hungry!
Fr. Z,
Next time you are in my neighborhood I would be honored to treat you to lunch or dinner!
I really enjoy your dining commentaries, Father Z, especially with photographs.
Wow, that’s some monster sandwich, Father Z-no wonder you had to take some of it with you!
then, very late tonight after whatever activities are engaged in, to kiev for kasha and bowties!
I spy – what’s the label on the container “Raspberry . . .”?
You remind me that I must attempt to prepare some Russian foods for our Russian-adoptee little men. It’s hard enough to get a meat loaf out of me sometimes! I finally mastered my German-French Grandmother’s meatball recipe (probably more of a Depression era make-do meal) this Christmas in memoriam of her death Dec 10. RIP.
A good short order cook in a diner like that is poetry in motion.
Looks like good food.
Betcha the folks at Veselka’s always snicker about the “priest that always takes photos of his food with his phone.” Little do they know he’s doing free advertising to thousands of potential customers.
Dear Father Z,
Your teasing me. I grew up in Rockland County, Pearl River NY. Married and lived in South FL for 25 years. I miss the small deli’s of NY, North NJ and South Florida. I now live in a suburb of Memphis. The BBQ capitol of the world. My father was a southerner so it was not a total shock. However, just try and find a decent pizza or a good bagel. No wonder Elvis had his food flown in from around the country when he didn’t want Memphis dry rub ribs. Maybe you can invent a way to send a good potato pancake and some borscht through the internet.
I didn’t see the potato pancake in the photo there, Father Z!
I love latkes! Haven’t had them in a long time, though!
[And to think I hated eating potatoes when I was a kid-the only ‘spuds’ I ate were in the form of French fries!]
So did you burst into singing “To eat the impossible lunch, to drink the improbable beer, to sing with a crowd at Veselka with naught but ineffable cheer . . . “? I’d guess not.