Slurping up a great ramen broth while sitting in a restaurant filled with slim-hipped hipsters from the East Village* could be a mixed bag. But in this case it was a pleasure. The hipsters were slightly more interested in the food than themselves, and anyone who is interested in eating is, at the very least, tolerable Continue reading “Ippudo — New York, New York”
[This is the first entry from a guest blogger to whom I have given the clever user name of “YoungFoodie.” In case I am being too subtle, she is young, and likes food. Obviously this is a review written more along the lines of a newspaper article than a blog entry, but it’s fun and amusing.]
Toast Restaurant in Montclair New Jersey has a Continue reading “Toast Restaurant — Montclair, NJ (Guest Blogger)”
Well, to be accurate, bacon has been found to ease hangovers. But really, that is almost the same thing. Just don’t use the Brit’s recipe. That looks nauseating. Go to McDonalds and order a Bacon-Egg-And-Cheese Biscuit.
Ingredients and technique are the two things — really, the only things — that matter in cooking. Some will argue that without a good recipe, the highest quality ingredients and impeccable kitchen skills will be all for naught. And they would be correct, but Continue reading “A Moronically Simple Chicken Dish”
…mostly because she is a moron when it comes to things other than free-range broccoli grown by New Age hippies on communal land expropriated from THE MAN. But if you don’t think that I am scrupulously impartial, just take a look at this article in National Review Online.* The skewering is wonderful.
More seriously, I think she does this country a disservice by being so stunningly ignorant of the basic laws of economics, and the reality of the world outside of North Berkeley.
*Will, thanks for the link!
I am sure that I have violated some basic tenet of New Orleans drinking culture by bastardizing their classic cocktail, but damn, it tasted great! So send your zombies, I can handle them, especially with a few of these drinks to stiffen my resolve. The original drink Continue reading “Rum Sazerac”
India is an immense country where the number of potential viticultural regions dwarfs that of most wine-producing countries. The operative word is “potential,” because based on the sample I tasted last night, they should hold off on that whole “wine for export” thing. We saw a bottle of Indian Shiraz Continue reading “Indian Wine: Burnt Tire Really is A Flavor”
Real Neapolitan pizza? Yes. Yes! That’s all that is important. Oh, the other stuff is fine. Nice gelato, the espresso is good (the machine is obviously cleaned occasionally), and the sides are good. But there is no reason to eat at this place other than the pizza. Continue reading “A Mano — Ridgewood, New Jersey”
I hate rushing for dinner, but because of the ineptitude of the Canada Border Services Agency, we spent a not-terribly-interesting 100 minutes sitting in line at the border. Yes, that is one hour and forty minutes. And the worst part was Continue reading “Liverpool House — Montreal, Canada”