“And so, the first pedal has been turned in ANGER!” It’s July. For some people that means summer hours, vacations, weekends at the beach or in the country (at least, for those of us in the northern hemisphere). Around here, July means one thing: le Tour de France. I’m not really sure when or why ...
All cow fat, all the time. Let everyone’s collective panties be unbunched: tofu doesn’t live here any more. I’m not giving up on integrating more vegetarian or vegan meals into my repertoire, but I am giving up on frankenfoods like tofu. It’s still not in the same category as truly unearthly “foods” like quorn, but ...
We built this sandwich on rock and roll. Downtown Jersey City used to have a little restaurant called Melt whose specialty was grilled cheese sandwiches; it may not surprise you that grilled cheese is one of my favorite things. Unfortunately, it was only around for about a year before it fell victim to urban neighborhood ...
It’s midnight at the oasis. For Brian’s birthday this year we went to dinner at Perilla, the new-ish restaurant in the West Village opened by Top Chef season 1 winner Harold Dieterle. I could easily wax rhapsodic about the crispy pork belly with pea shoots, trumpets, and banyuls-vanilla gastrique, which I ate entirely with my ...
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