I recently had the joy of relishing a couple of pints and bangers at Denver’s newly-minted Churchill’s Public House.
Then, dessert. A march of Apple Almond Tart, Red Velvet Crème Brûlée, Bunch of Bananas, and the celebrity Noahsphere. Each bore a resemblance to simple desserts known and loved by sweet-obsessed kids.
Like any good Steens, we spent our vacations in Klingemünster eating. There were roasts and sausages, cheeses that tickled the nose and breads that made you swoon.
The beauty of it all is that Sherpa’s is a culinary-culture stop for anyone.
“Oh you must know all about restaurants,” they say. Because I work, as I say, for a magazine, that they say, has something to do with food. It’s all hearsay.
An evening at La Biblioteca embraces the perfect blend of relaxation and energy — a space that is quasi-bar,
quasi-dining room, quasi-study hall.
When the opportunity arises for me to fly solo for dinner, I experience an unnerving combination of self-pity and giggly excitement. Life is so often hectic that I relish the chance to relax a bit on my own; at the same time, it seems terribly depressing that I’d be eating alone in a sea of […]
Whether a fan or not, you have to admit that Paris is a bit checkered.
And that’s what makes Parallel 17 Mary’s pride and joy and not just some Vietnamese stop out in the suburbs. It’s inventive, brave, and masterful.
I’ve come to think more and more about this recipe business. I’ll likely always cook the way I write — sitting down to an empty dish and imagining what might be