
I approached our trip to D.C. this past weekend with a new attitude. The new attitude went something like this: “Let’s not obsess about our meals; researching and investigating potential dining destinations. Let’s go with the flow and just have fun.” And for the most part that’s what we did. I even forfeited a reservation…

Dear Blog Reader, I must make a confession. I’ve been cheating on you with my book. Remember my book? I’ve been writing it. A LOT. And big things are happening with it—I’m having all sorts of food adventures that I can’t tell you about—YET. Next week something huge is happening and I can’t tell you…
Want proof of summer? Do what I did: slice big tomatoes and small tomatoes on to a plate, chiffonade some basil, drizzle with olive oil, a few drops of nice balsamic and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Summer eating doesn’t get much better.
Madonna fans, go treat yourself to my friend Mark’s post “Do You Want Divas With That?” on his zippy music blog I Totally Hear That. The post features an entire pizza menu devoted to Madonna songs, including: – Like a Virigin (white pizza–no tomato sauce, rocotta cheese, your choice of toppings) – Material Girl (black…

Way before Bill Buford wrote about “Room 4 Dessert” in last week’s New Yorker, Diana and I had been planning a visit there. “Let’s go to Room 4 Dessert,” we’d say to each other on a cold winter’s night. We’d both read about it in various publications and knew that the two of us, two…

Now that I’ve been bitten by the Chinatown bug, I make an effort to go there as much as possible. So on Friday night, when making plans with Diana, I said: “Let’s go to Chinatown!” and she agreed. We called a few more peeps from our posse and planned to meet on the corner of…