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11.30.08Thanksgiving ‘08: Homeward Bound, Part 2Okay, maybe it took nearly 13 hours to get home from North Carolina yesterday - yay, holiday travel! - and possibly my back is still molded into the shape of a 2005 Honda Accord passenger seat. But I can't call the day a bust, because we stopped at Allman's in Fredericksburg, Virginia and had what was possibly the best barbeque ever, with the exception of that made by my own dear, sweet husband.* *Actually, for me it was a tie. Don't tell him. Continue Reading...
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09.06.08Eating Out: The Left Bank in PicturesGoddamn it, I fucking LOVE DUCK. We've been to The Left Bank, one of the more upscale restaurants on the Outer Banks, twice this week, once for cocktails and munchies and once for dinner. Chef de Cuisine Joel Sardinha is assisted by, among others, my nephew Ryan and the peripatetic Dodge Draffin, but that's no reason not to go.* *Rim shot! Continue Reading...
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07.05.08Dining with EthelAs I mentioned in my smackdown post I didn't bring a camera or notepad to Babbo, preferring to be a plain old diner enjoying an evening out. Obviously, my dining companions cook eat FRET and Mother of FRET discussed the food for 80% of the evening so I have no shortage of opinions, but there will be no photos, no dish-by-dish dissection of the evening. But frankly, I feel that it's much more important that you learn about Ethel - Mother of FRET - than about Babbo. Because while there was memorable food, there was nothing more ...
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05.20.08Quick Bites: Ibby’s FalafelI didn't eat any of the vegetables, and I don't feel guilty at all. We've all had those days: you're stuck at work later than you'd like, you're tired, you're not sure what you feel like eating, you don't have the energy to conjure up that good ol' pantry juju, and your kitchen still smells like pureed fish. We all have go-to takeout for those days - pizza, pad Thai, General Tso's chicken, bean and cheese burrito, whatever. Mine comes from Jersey City's locally-famed Ibby's Falafel: lamb shwarma, baba ganouj and a sweet, creamy namoura pastry to top it ...
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04.17.08Thursday Night Smackdown: I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.Prunes, prunes, the musical fruit; the more you eat, the more you shit uncontrollably. So I pretty much dream about prune-stuffed gnocchi with vin santo and foie gras every night. And often during the day, as well. So it's a good thing that No. 9 Park gives out the recipe on request. And since Chef Barbara Lynch has a cookbook coming out this year and I'm taking the liberty of assuming that this recipe - her signature - will be in it, I feel justified in selecting it as this week's smackdown. Because maybe this will help jar ...
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04.14.08Boston II: Can I take this meal as a tax write off?So I need to explain right up front that I have no pictures of Thursday night's dining experience at No. 9 Park in Boston. Because sometimes I still forget my camera we were planning on eating in the restaurant's cafe section, which would have meant a well-prepared but fairly straight-ahead 3 course prix fixe of dishes like pasta bolognese. Since I can and do take pictures of pasta bolognese at home, I thought I'd ditch the camera and have a relaxing, critique-free dinner. Once I realized the folly of this line of reasoning it was too late, ...
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04.13.08Boston I: Fine Burgers of BeantownBurger the First: An above-average room service burger. For the most part my travels are foodcentric, if not completely food-related. Before undertaking any journey, my most extensive travel research is on good restaurants, local specialties and street food, often to the detriment of other necessary pieces of knowledge like language (except for food-related terms) and currency (except the prices of common food items). When I travel to a place I've been before - I lived in Cambridge and Boston for several years in grad school - I like a mix of old favorites and new experiences. Since ...
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03.02.08Eating Out: Marco & PepeFrench Fries: They're what's for breakfast. I woke up this morning sick as an old hound dog with the mange. I had brunch scheduled with some childhood friends, but had to call between hacking coughs to beg off because I knew that if I went I would probably drink too many bellinis in an attempt to forget about my various aches and pains. You're probably thinking, "Shocking! I always thought bellinis were indicated for upper-respiratory infections. Why wouldn't she go?" but I feel the responsibility to alert you to the fact that heavy drinking* does not, ...
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- Waterloo du patisserie, deuxieme
- Waterloo du patisserie, le premiere part.
- Cheap Ass Monday: Cuddle up with a big bowl of Cheerios
- I didn’t have a single drink, ocifer.
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