Writing about food since 2004.
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Go To Turkey, See A Play, And Eat Pie
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…
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Stella Eats Meat
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…
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Playbillgate
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…
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The Truth About Pamela
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:
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Mmmm Zzzz
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?…
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Status Report 1
As of 1700 hours, Wednesday: – Pumpkin Cheesecake Pie, check – Frozen Key Lime Pie, check – Corn bread for stuffing, check – Cranberry Sauce from scratch, check – Candied nuts and pretzels for snacking, check – Carrot Soup, check – Find out we’re having more guests for dessert, check – Make apple cobbler, in…
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Here In Brooklyn
My dad grew up in Brooklyn and spent his life, one might say, getting out. And now his oldest son (that’s me) has taken the narrative full circle, bringing our gene pool back to where my dad started, where his parents and their parents settled and started life in America (most of them came from…
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Clotilde’s Trip to El Bulli
Check out Clotilde’s site for a real treat: a write-up and photos from her trip to El Bulli. Before the jump, I was certain she was going to say: “I didn’t want to spoil the meal taking pictures of every course,” but then there the pictures were and it’s a real service to those of…
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Plugs
Here are some quick non-food-related plugs for the non-food-related spirit in all of us. (1) Yet again, I was given free tickets to Broadway Shows by a marketing firm to the astonishment of my friends and loved ones. “You got these tickets HOW?” they asked, as I allowed them to escort me to each of…
