February afforded me a peek into the world of casino dining, thanks to my trips to Atlantic City and Las Vegas, respectively. Most people who hit the East and West coast gambling meccas these days know that it’s not just about the slots and the tables; it’s become very much an “experience,” with shows, family-themed… Read More Taking a gamble on food.

I love guacamole. There. I said it. It’s a deep passion and recent one. When I lived back in Ohio, I never tried it. Then again, who would really want to eat guacamole in Ohio anyway, right? (I should tell you about my San Diego-based brother’s aversion to eating Mexican anywhere outside of SoCal…) The… Read More What the guac is going on here?

Living in a city where most kitchens are equipped with gas stoves and ovens, my penchant for cooking has taken a serious hit. I have a strange fear of the gas, getting killed by a leak, etc. It took me two years to work up the nerve to actually start cooking on the gas range.… Read More Pasta ala Mala.

I grew up in a college town, which meant that you couldn’t throw a rock without hitting a wing joint. We didn’t get a Buffalo Wild Wings until the ’00s, so up until that point, it was all local places, with their “Nuclear” and “Chernobyl” wings. Mind you, since my stomach is not exactly cast… Read More The wind beneath my wings.

I’m having another quiet Saturday in the city, primarily because my Friday wasn’t so quiet. That’s what I get for meeting Tiff and D. on Restaurant Row for post-work dishing. I think we actually talked about our favorite TV shows for a good four hours, spurred on by a few cocktails. (I vaguely remember something… Read More Don’t tikka me off…

Somewhere in between 4:30 and 10:30 AM it began snowing. I was shocked when I looked out the windows to Third Ave and saw a fine layer of white dust covering the hoods of the parked cars and the restaurant awnings. We’ve had a crazy mild fall and winter so far in the city, and… Read More Gravy and snow…both are white and cover things, but I only like one.

I have grown to hate Thanksgiving in the city, because there’s no greater time to feel like a pathetic, friendless, potential jumper. I can deal with a three day weekend, but once you get me to four, I’m at a loss for what to do and I basically turn into a hermit. I didn’t even… Read More In lieu of tying one on, how about Thai-ing one on?