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My parents were in L.A. this Oscar weekend and they went, on Thursday night, to dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s Cut where they imagined they’d see a million celebrities. The last time they were there (last year, actually) Tom Cruise walked by as the waiter described different cuts of meat. Who would be there this night?…

James, on the other hand, deserved a meal for taking my picture multiple times for my book’s “author photo.” You can see James’s terrific photography on his site, Snapshot Artifact. We went out a few times to get the perfect picture, but nothing was really working. Then James had the idea of taking pictures of…

One of the perks of being a person who cooks is that, as a person who cooks, you can get people to do things for you in exchange for cooking. So Stella, my dear friend, agreed to cat-sit for me while I was in Seattle if I agreed to cook her a Southern dinner when…
Congratulations to Pim and all the other participating food bloggers: Menu For Hope III has been a triumph in every way. Thanks to everyone who contributed; especially those of you who picked my prizes! Can’t wait to put them together…

Finding a good, cheap place to eat near the theater district is a challenge I often undertake. Sure there’s 9th avenue, but there are more doozies than dazzlers there, I’m afraid. The one exception, of course, is Esca–a restaurant that plays an important part in my book–but a restaurant that can be prohibitively expensive. So…
We were going to call this post “The Sausage Whore” (and Stella approved it) but I think “Stella Eats Meat” is more to the point. For you see Stella has been a vegetarian for twelve years. TWELVE. And last night at John’s Pizza on Bleecker (home of some of the city’s best pizza) I said…

My cell phone rang yesterday and it was my friend Mark, theater critic and music blogger. “Adam!” said Mark, eagerly. “You blew the lid off a Playbill scandal!” It took a moment to understand what Mark was referencing and then I recalled that I posted a post on All That Chat, the theater message board…
People are saying that it’s Borat who broke Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock apart. But I am here to tell you that’s not true. The truth is that it was my dad:
The title of this post encapsulates everything I have to say at the moment about tonight’s giant Thanksgiving dinner. But prepare for an epic comic book post of everything that happened, a post that will appear next week…yet not on this site. Not on this site? But how did it go? What’s going on here?…