Today was a non-food day, I’m afraid. No, it’s not Yom Kippur. It was the first day of the bar review and I’m a little zonked. And by zonked, of course, I mean tired. So forgive my failure to eat anything interesting.However, I would like to share an epiphany I had. I was listening to…

With my BarBri bar review class starting tomorrow (I better get to bed!) I need to prepare for a new chapter in my coffee shop patronage. Coffee shops and I have developed a symbiotic relationship these past few years: coffee shops provide me an escape from the dreaded internet (such a distraction!) and other perils…

Today I stepped into a time warp.The cast and crew of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” were swapped for the cast and crew of “O Brother Where Art Thou?” Stepping into Bobby & June’s Kountry Kitchen was like stepping through the looking glass—I came out the other side in a scene from 1956. I felt…

According to this New Yorker piece [linked via Kottke.org], publishers are now scouring blogs for worthy writers to pen novels. Alas, I fear that my blog’s “Food Blog” status will automatically disqualify me from the running; petty publishers dismissing me with the click of a mouse.And so desperate times call for desperate measures. Tonight I…

The nice thing about being an amateur gourmet is that I am an amateur gourmet. By that, I mean, I have no accountability. Sort of like being an amateur doctor. “Oops,” you can say, “I swapped your liver with your spleen! Sorry!”Lacking accountability allows me to discuss things I know nothing about without any fear…

Great artists require great inspiration. F. Scott had Zelda, Cassavetes had Rowlands, and I have Condoleezza. This is my deepest darkest secret: Condoleezza Rice is my muse.She calls to me like a siren. Literally. She sits on top of a police car in the parking lot outside my window.”EEEEHOOOHEEEOOOOH!” she yells.”Yes Condoleeza?” I reply.”MAKE ME…

So, just to reiterate, the other day (Friday, in fact) I proposed a contest to eat adventurously this weekend. “The entry with the most outrageous, most creative account will win,” I said.And so our three entrants are as follows: Caitlin and her fiddlehead ferns, Lisa (not the Lisa I know) and her triad of entries…

Blessed be my readers—three of you have generously participated in my generous “Adventurous Food Weekend” contest. All the entries are great so far. I’m still waiting for the pictures from one entrant, so I’ll postpone the “judging” until tomorrow… but please know that I’m incredibly thrilled! If I could I would buy cookbooks for you…

The perfect dining companion must be reliable, they must be engaging, and they must have the ability to traverse a wide variety of subject matter. My perfect companion, then, is constantly in my car, bound and gagged in the back seat, ready to go at a moment’s notice. Not only that, my perfect companion is…

Piedmont Road is one of those connector roads in Atlanta: it connects you from Buckhead to Midtown and intersects, along the way, with Rock Springs (taking you to Emory), Monroe (taking you to Ponce) and Tierra–a funky yellow South American fusion restaurant that my friends and I went to tonight.Driving past, you wouldn’t necessarily think…