Cuisine. Culture. Commentary.
I can’t help but say the name of this restaurant, Arang, in anything but the voice of an old butler going “You raaaang, sir?” It’s not like that makes the food taste any better, but it elicits a giggle from me every time and giggles do seem to make a meal more enjoyable. Matt and I stumbled…
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I would put Leoci’s in Savannah up against any Italian restaurant in New York. I went there for the first time on Saturday and absolutely loved it. The homemade pasta is what propels them into the superior Italian stratosphere and their sauces keep them there. I ordered one of the daily specials but tasted everybody’s…
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I am dreaming about cheese. Not just any cheese: the housemade stracciatella at Spasso. It’s been nine days and this cheese is all I can think about. It falls somewhere between the firm outside and creamy inside of burrata cheese and is a stringy gobbledy goop in a bowl, topped with olive oil and sea…
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I need to remember how many great restaurants are in Chelsea. Lindsay gets credit for finding my most recent Chelsea spot, Pounds & Ounces. Once I got past the overly heavy front doors (I recommend lifting weights before holding them open for anyone), the first thing to catch my eye was the long, curved table…
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Karina’s latest hobby is mixolgy. She has begun experimenting with different cocktails at home and is pouring over literature to make herself the most accomplished amateur mixologist in Queens. It makes sense that the best way to learn which drinks you fancy and how to make them is by getting out there and trying them.…
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I know Jen was upset to leave New York, but she, Matt, and Avery have made themselves a beautiful life in Atlanta. They told me one thing that eased the transition was seeing how close they were to Buford Highway. Buford Highway is a sketchy area, but one that’s worth visiting if you want authentic…
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I had planned a trip to Georgia for the Ole Miss game and some hanging out with my Atlanta friends, but I was worried that I wouldn’t make it out due to Hurricane Sandy. I was worried about getting to the airport so I left about four hours before my flight. Because the city was…
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I broke my toe last Wednesday. I wish I could say it was a Sandy casualty but, really, it was just me being stupid and clumsy. When I could no longer walk the mile and a half to work (remember, the subways were shut down), I took a cab…that promptly got into an accident. I…
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Finally finally finally I got to try The Spotted Pig. Like all little sisters, I live to impress my brother and the best way I see fit to do so is by choosing a stellar restaurant. When he not-so-subtly hinted that he wanted to go to a gastropub, I thought this might be our chance…
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The night my parents and grandmothers arrived I wanted to stay close to home for dinner so I picked Ethos for what I think is solid Greek food. My father would call it more than solid. He couldn’t stop talking about how it reminded him of the tavernas he loved so much in Greece and…
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Peaches to Apples 