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When people talk about food in religious terms, I often feel like a documentary filmmaker interviewing a member of a cult. Their eyes bug out of their heads, their hands gesticulate wildly: “I saw the face of God in the Pearl Oyster Bar lobster roll.” Granted, I’ve been guilty of the same thing. I get…

The inspiration came from my stomach: after making a BLT for dinner (an awesome BLT, inspired by Nancy Silverton’s sandwich book, with avocado instead of tomato and tarragon in the mayonnaise) i was still hungry. I opened my fridge and saw fresh cut pineapple I’d bought earlier in the day. So I removed that, I…

Have you ever had a truly forgettable meal? A meal that makes you scratch your head when someone asks, “Have you eaten at X?” Well that’s how I feel about the meal I had a few weeks ago at Stand, the new burger place on… on… see, I’ve totally forgotten where it is. I think…

As the weather grows nicer and nicer, you may find yourself saying, “Hey! I want to eat outside!” And yet when it comes to decent places to eat outside in New York, the question gets tricky: where to go? The Meatpacking district? Too trendy. The Cornelia Street Cafe? Too bland. Two answers sit side by…

Two very strange things happened the night before I left for San Francisco: (1) I decided to make crepes; and (2) After making crepes–with lemon juice and sugar (a standard treatment, as far as I could discern)–I sat down with Craig, who was watching “Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby” and, I kid you…

I went to the best 30th birthday party ever imagined last week. When Craig’s friend Sasie (whose birthday it was) sent out the evite, we were wary. Here was the plan: we would all meet at Washington Square Park and there would be a bus, the bus would take us to Brighton Beach where we…

Sometimes people send me funny things. Like Craig’s sister, Kristen. She sent me a picture of this cake she and her friends made for Easter featuring Jesus.Kristen writes: “Here is Jesus standing next to his tomb. It looks like one of his arms is buried in the rock, but it’s not…he only has one arm!…

The message was on the bag. The bag was from Burger King, the Burger King was in the San Francisco Airport. The message read: I was desperate. Starving, really. I sat at the Burger King near my gate and read that message and felt a pain in my gut. Then I ate this Whopper and…