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I have an unfathomable amount of work to do this week (second week of school and all) so instead of leaving you empty-handed, how about you readers entertain each other? Here’s how we’ll do it. In the comments for this post, write a review of the last restaurant you ate in. Not the last fancy…

Clotilde recently asked me in an e-mail: “How come you don’t participate more in IMBB?” My response was simple: “Because I never know when they’re about to happen and it’s too late.” Her response was direct: “Well it’s about to happen. Beans. Do it!” And so I did. I dug through my cookbooks for bean…

Yesterday’s blizzard had two effects. Here is effect #1: And here is effect #2: This is the newly revamped MOMA, opened in November. Word on the street has been that it’s fantastic but that the wait is outrageous. This was confirmed when I walked past it last week and saw an enormous line and said,…

Simple is often used pejoratively. “He’s so simple,” for example. Or: “You have a simple on your face.” Simple makes for bad feelings. But, frequently when it comes to cooking, simple is best. A few fresh ingredients assembled wisely can yield great success. Such is the case with Thomas Keller’s kuchen. (“Whachyu talkin’ about my…

Once I went to see a musical with my friend Ricky. Afterwards, we were looking for a place in the theater district to have coffee and dessert and I suggested Joe Allen. “Oh Adam,” he said, “What are you? An old man? Nobody eats at Joe Allen.” But I persisted and we sat and had…

Thanks to those who pointed this out: Finger-clickin’ good (an article on food blogs in The Sacramento Bee). Here’s what it has to say about us: The Amateur Gourmet Site: amateurgourmet.com/ Content: Long and entertaining chronicles of eating adventures by a former law student recognized by The Accidental Hedonist for maintaining the best food blog…

A sore throat, a runny nose, even a repetetive sneeze will spray me south two stops on the NR and then two Avenues east, past the trendy people in the East Village, to that bastion of restorative medicine: The 2nd Ave. Deli, home of the city’s most mystically curative chicken soup. I’ve lived here since…

I make it a point never to assign myself stories for this site. What keeps everything so fresh and alive is that it’s all spontaneous—if one day I make a lemon tart the next day I may kill a coyote. You never know what you’re going to get. So that’s the first reason I resisted…

As you may have noticed, tonight featured a large array of new posts. That’s because I start school again tomorrow and things may get crazy. I won’t neglect you, no, but I won’t be able to spoil you like I have these past few weeks. So as a final capper on five weeks of fun,…