Adam Roberts

&tLet us explore the psychological phenomenon that is “all you can eat.”In many ways, this culinary catchphrase is a challenge. “Ok eater,” says the restaurant, “I dare you. Come here, and try to eat all you can eat. I bet you won’t finish more than two plates.”And for the most part the restaurant is correct.…

I’m really sad…. The spot where Lauren and I celebrated our joint 25th birthday with a 31-course dinner (here’s the link to my write-up) is closed. Official word comes from the AJC:WEDNESDAY PEACH BUZZDaring eatery Blais shuts its doorsBy RICHARD L. ELDREDGEBLAIS The restaurant that made a name for its humorous, unlikely and sometimes brilliant…

The last time I graduated I took with me a line on my forehead: the sun burnt an impression from my graduation cap on to my skin that lasted three weeks. This time I vowed I would leave graduation the same way I came in, and for the most part I kept my word. That…

I am so exhausted, I can’t believe I just put this movie together. So please, on my tired behalf, enjoy my Quicktime interpretation of law school graduation as filmed by my brother:

I will be up in 4 hours to shower, shave and leave for my law school graduation. Pictures, videos and tall tales shall follow. Let’s all get some rest, now.

With the possible exception of a linguini with white clam sauce I made in 10th grade, my family–mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and Michael–have never eaten anything I’ve cooked. I only started cooking three years ago, so that keeps them safely off the hook. Yet, even when I come home the idea of my cooking remains…

If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, then the hand that feeds the stomach is the hand that rules the world. Since my mother and grandmother don’t cook, one might conclude that they are powerless parties in the Roberts family superstructure. How wrong you would be.What my mother and grandmother lack…

Here’s a re-review of Per Se, sparked by a Sunday Styles piece:

Depending on your perspecitve, my brother might seem a cantankerous sort. In many ways he’s like a gorilla: keep him fed, keep him sated and all will be well. Irritate him and you’ll be eating gorilla paw.Michael–as he is called–finds my obsessive food picture taking bizarre and irritating.”Stop taking pictures of your food,” he said…

Last year a New Yorker article came out that turned me vegetarian for a week. I had survived a college life filled with vegetarians–basically everyone I was friends with was a vegetarian–without my carnivorous foundations cracking. And then this article came along–a very shrewd piece about PETA–that brought the reader to chicken farms where rows…