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[For three weeks, Josh & Katy blogsit]Lately every pre-work morning has ended the same. I push back my breakfast dishes, pull the paper in front of me and read everything that isn’t about sports or Iraq. At five past eight I look up at the clock, say, “Damn! I should have left five minutes ago!”…

[For three weeks, Josh & Katy blogsit]Do you get it? The title of the post, I mean? It’s “Pizza My Heart.” Like that Janis Joplin song? That’s funny, isn’t it? I made that up.No. I didn’t make it up. It is the name of some Northern Californian pizza chain. I find it clever in the…

[For three weeks, while the Amateur Gourmet is away, Josh & Katy blogsit]This is what the temporary leadership of this site looks like:I (Katy) am on the right. That is Josh on the left. Prince (center) is not part of this blog.Regarding us. We are older than the Amateur Gourmet, and possibly more worldly-wise. We…

There comes a time in every food bloggers life when he must quote the Von Trapp family. Allow me to do so now as I bid you, temporarily: “So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night” (or in this case “goodbye”). You see, my friends, my bar-study-status is earthquake shaky and full attention must be paid.…

In case you missed my original review, I LOVE Agnes and Muriel’s. It’s one of my favorite Atlanta restaurants.Lauren, on the other hand, isn’t as enamored, mostly because their food is very fried and greasy. Pshaw, I say, but then again I have a speech impediment.Anyway, it takes a great deal of work to convince…

I basically have four friends in these sad days of bar exam study—if you define friends as the only people you see because they are law students too and you are otherwise cloistered from the world at large. Among these friends is Andrew (who you’ve heard a lot about) and it was his birthday on…

Last week Lauren, Andrew and I returned to a place I gave a poor review to a few months ago because I thought we should give it a second chance. My poor review wasn’t really a poor review per se, it just said the sandwich was bad. I still think the sandwich was bad.This time…

Check out this Slate piece which asks the question: “Which hot dogs are the tastiest?” before we gorge ourselves on July 4th. What are YOU eating this Independence Day?

Parenting a cat requires patience and petting and plenty of crunchy cat treats. It also requires honesty; which is why tonight proved so difficult.Lolita approached me at my desk:“Dad?” she asked innocently enough.”What is it son?” I replied.”I’m a girl,” she hissed.”Oh, yes,” I said, blowing a bubble. “How can I help you?””Where does meat…

I’m a smoker—and no, I don’t smoke cigarettes. I smoke gum. Two packs a day. Well, no; but about four pieces a day. And ok, so maybe I don’t smoke: I chew. But I chew hard. And it’s getting tiresome.What will it take to get me to quit? TMJ? An invervention? How did all of…