Sean Graham has been a bostonglobe.com digital subscriber for years. His wife decided she wanted to start getting the actual Sunday paper. You'd think that would be easy. You'd think wrong. Graham describes, in excruciating detail what happened this past week, in the course of numerous phone calls and online chats with Globe reps: They cut off his digital subscription, reactivated it, then then gave it to somebody in Wellesley, then they didn't deliver his Sunday paper today. And they still haven't gotten his delivery address right.

Dan Kennedy reports.

After slicing open the Union Oyster House, a Globe reviewer tears down Top of the Hub - in what has become the Globe style of fitting as many written amuse-bouches as possible:

I’d read enthusiastic reviews of the creme brûlée, and hoped it would turn the mood. Unfortunately, the brulée tended more eggy than creamy without a hint of vanilla, and was disappointingly runny under an anemic burnt top. I’m not sure when confectioners’ sugar was last considered a culinary flourish, considering that it comes in a $3 box at Star Market, but someone in the kitchen thought a couple shakes would look nice. Unfortunately, much of it went up my nose when I took the first bite.

When's the review of Durgin-Park?

The Globe is sending notes to subscribers today: Starting Aug. 1 they will no longer get credits for stopping the paper while on vacation, unless their vacations are at least 22 days long. Read more.

Everybody has their breaking point and Sebastian Smee's apparently came at an ICA exhibit that involved the artist arranging a series of monochromatic panels in a row (or sometimes just a single giant panel covering an entire wall) and Smee just loses it and symbolically throws his critic's notebook against the wall and screams "Enough with this crap already!" Only he's a well regarded critic, so he uses much longer, more erudite words.

The Globe's Dover correspondent gets down with some real talk for suburban moms: Stop making the rest of us suffer by forcing us to see you in your boring black leggings and stuff. At least put on a silk top before you go out, for Christ's sake.

Dan Kennedy gets a copy of the memo on impending buyouts, which management promises will be the last before the Globe newsroom moves from Dorchester to downtown Boston.

Dan Kennedy gets a copy of the memo from Globe Editor Brian McGrory on a "no-sacred-cows analysis of our newsroom and what the Globe should look like in the future" in an era of constantly declining revenue. McGrory writes everything's on the table, even whether the Globe should continue printing on paper seven days a week while still running the "one of the most thoughtful metropolitan news organizations in the land."

Your kid sucks and will never be an artist, the Globe art critic grumps today. Maybe tomorrow Shaughnessy can tell you how your kid sucks and will never be a major-league baseball player. And then Shirley Leung can explain how your kid sucks and will never be a corporate CEO.