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Ah, Venezia. The sinking city. City of pigeons. Merchant of. The list goes on… Like nirvana or an ivy-league school, getting into Venice takes work. Especially when your family has close to 11 suitcases. We left New York on Thursday night, July 7th, and flew on Delta across the Atlantic and landed early on a…

“Why do the wrong people travel, travel, travel When the right people stay at home? What peculiar obsessions Inspire those processions Of families from Houston, Tex, With all those cameras around their necks? They will take a train Or an aeroplane For an hour on the Costa Brava, And they’ll see Pompeii On the only…

It might seem to you that all I make is dessert.  I could pretend like that’s not true, but let’s face it – I like me some sugar.  I’ll try to make some actual food tomorrow so you don’t worry about my nutrient intake, but I can’t make any promises.  Tonight’s dessert comes to us…

Well gourmet readers, it hasn’t been an easy week to be the Amateur Gourmette.  My computer is still not cooperating with me, which is sad because there are actually some decent food pictures on there (and I didn’t even run out of camera batteries!).  On top of that bothersome obstacle, last night my internet wasn’t…

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…