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One thing that should make you raise an eyebrow at my food reviews is that, unlike the critic for the Times (and most reputable papers), I only visit a place once before I do a write-up. This gives you a nice instant capture of a dining establishment at a specific moment in time in a…

Wine is trickling its way into my foodie consciousness: after dinner with Clotilde where the Babbo waiter paired some dishes with wine, I’m really starting to understand how wine enhances the overall dining experience. I like this Hemingway quote posted today on Gothamist Food: “In Europe we thought of wine as something as healthy and…

I have a memory. I am in my room in Oceanside, NY–I’m about 9 or 10 or maybe even 11. I remember the Beaches soundtrack playing on my low-grade tape player (or was it Dirty Dancing?) (and people wonder if homosexuality is genetic?); I remember my Apple IIgs sitting on my glossy beige desk; and…
Check out the new feature on the upper right corner. I got rid of “Kitchen Queries” because that’s all it was: queries! No answers! Not very helpful. Plus it’s fun to vote on things throughout the day. And feel free to post comments on why you voted what you voted. Happy warring!
Remember my friend John? Last time you heard from him he ate Iceland. Now he’s gone and eaten South America. Well not the whole continent. He spent his Spring Break (a few weeks ago) in Peru and he’s been kind enough to write all about his eating adventures. (SNEAK PEEK: John eats a household pet!)…
Dear Audience, I’ve kept something from you. In less than two weeks I’m flying across the Atlantic Ocean to Venice where I begin a summer Mediterranean odyssey with my family. We are cruising for two and a half weeks and rumor has it that Judge Judy may be on our boat. But that’s irrelevant. There…

Helicopters circled overhead, newsvans hugged the curb as I made my way down 6th Avenue to meet Clotilde at her hotel for our 8:30 dinner date. Clotilde, that beloved Parisian, had descended upon New York a few days earlier, making her first appearance at Otto where her fans (myself included) came to greet her and…
When I browse through Barnes & Noble, occassionally I’ll eye a DVD and say: “My my, I didn’t know that DVD was in print, I’m going to add it to my Netflix cue.” Such was the case with Julia Child’s “The French Chef.” I had no idea this was out on DVD but I spied…
[I had to delete these blogpolls because they were turning my site green! I’ll try to figure a way to bring them back later…]
David Lebovitz of the food blog Davidlebovitz.com told me recently that he told Clotilde, upon leaving for America, that she must try the salted croissant from The City Bakery. “That’s the thing from New York I crave the most,” wrote David. Well being in the neighborhood today of The City Bakery, I found myself driven…