Restaurant Reviews

Can you think of your very most memorable meal? Ever? When was it? Where was it? Why do you think it’s still taking up space in your mind and your memory?

I recently did something unexpected. I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to San Francisco. By myself. The timing was right; I had a few days off between jobs, a husband who didn’t have a few days off, and enough frequent flyer miles for a free ticket. I must say…traveling with my affable spouse is always a pleasure, but traveling alone

“What do you eat?” That’s the standard question you get when someone finds out you’re a vegetarian. In a country where most people survive on the S.A.D. – Standard American Diet – of fried meat, processed meat and lunch meat, envisioning a dinner plate without beef or pork seems an impossible task. If you tell someone you’ve eliminated

The best food I ever had, bar none, was in Italy. My eating life so far has been made up of about 2,000 weeks and I can still remember nearly every bite of the one in Italy. Someday I’ll have to write a post about all that glorious food from our trip in 2009, but today I’ll just focus on

I hold side dishes in high regard. This is because I know I can nearly always make myself happy with a meal built of a side of this and a side of that. I even have a bit of a reputation among certain friends for taking the longest to order. They wait good-naturedly while I’m listing off sixteen (or so it seems) side dishes,