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Here is a story of two dinners, both unplanned. The first happened Friday night. I was meeting my friend Mark, theater critic (who has a story in the NYT coming out soon!), to go see a production of Oscar Wilde’s “An Ideal Husband.” Mark couldn’t do dinner first so I was on my own. I…
In Gourmet Magazine earlier this year there was a supplement listing the hottest and best restaurants in every city. When I finally got to the Atlanta section, I was surprised to see–sandwiched between the Ritz Carlton and Seeger’s–a restaurant Lauren often waxed lyrical about: MFSushi.”It’s the best sushi ever,” Lauren would say. “It’s amazing. Like…
Let me spill the beans right away: after tonight’s 26th course a man with spiky hair and a white soccer jersey came over to our table.”How was everything?” he asked.”Wonderful,” I said.”Amazing,” said Lauren.”Good good. Well,” he continued, “I’m Richard Blais.” He shook our hands.For a sense of how accomplished Chef Blais is, check out…
“I can’t believe you’ve never been to the Farmer’s Market,” says Katy. “You’re the Amateur Gourmet!”Her husband, Josh, agrees. “It’s really embarssing for you,” he says. “It’s like this horrible secret that no one knows about.”Chris expressed similar sentiments last night. “It’s like you’re living this big lie.”So today I finally broke and called up…
If there is one area of conversation, one facet of communication that I would extract from all future interactions it would be politics. My friends might find this strange because I am often puffing heatedly about affirmative action, gay parenting and abortion (I often play the devil’s advocate, rousing great venomous passions over dinner) but…
Last semester I worked at Atlanta Legal Aid. My boss, an amicable sort, had many convictions, the most prevalent one being: “There is no onion ring better than the onion rings they make at The Varisty.”Now I’m a reasonable man. I believe that reasonable convictions maintained by reasonable people should be viewed reasonably. However, something…
Last night the culinary muse descended upon me and whispered into my ear.”Challenge yourself, my boy!”I rose to the challenge and whipped out three cookbooks: Mario Batali’s “Simple Italian Food,” Alice Waters’ “Chez Panisse Cooking” and Sarah Moulton’s “Cooking With Sarah Moulton.”From the first, I made a bizarre salad of fennel, blood oranges, pomegranate seeds…
Tuesday night is fried chicken night at Watershed.Watershed is a Decatur-based establishment dedicated to Southern cooking and owned by (depending on who you ask) either one or both of the Indigo Girls. The executive chef is Scott Peacock, whose “Southern Cooking” is a recent cookbook bestseller, available at your local cookbook dealer.Yes, Tuesday night is…
“Don’t write anything bad about New York Prime,” my mother warns. “I’m serious, Adam. Don’t.”New York Prime is my parents haunt; it is their Cheers, their Casablanca. We go there every time I come home and we are treated like royalty.”Mrs. Roberts!””Dr. Roberts!”The entire room shifts with excitement. New York Prime is a scene, and…
Today the Roberts Family decided to get fit, choosing sensible foods and exercise in lieu of heavy and rich concoctions.We drove down to Bal Harbor in Miami—a scenic trip that provided the following views:The back of my mom’s head:Pretty water:Once we got there it was exercise, exercise, exercise! We immediately stepped into Gucci for heavy…