Food and Drink
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From the Ashes of Chickenbone Cafe
I only went to Chickenbone Cafe once before it met its early demise, but thoroughly enjoyed it. My only other exposure ot the genius of Zak Pelaccio has been tastings at various food events — I haven’t yet made it to 5 Ninth. But here’s my advice to you: Go to the Fatty Crab, and
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Not So Hot
The pattern continues: run myself ragged, catch the plague, rinse, and repeat. I started to feel a little crummy on Thursday night, but went to bed early. After a successful inagural pro bono breakfast for the new associates bright and early Friday morning, I made it until mid-afternoon, when the nose-blowing became too disgusting for
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Real Men Do Yoga
I don’t ordinarily blog about work — it could have negative repercussions. But today, I’m making an exception. A portion of the floor on which I work at the new job is under construction, and I am fortunate enough to have the construction less than 50 yards away from my office. The gaping hole that
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Nothin’ Gonna Break My Stride*
Somehow the rest of the week absolutely flew by. Work has been super-busy, which is great, but my hours are creeping later and later. Had dinner with some of the beach house ladies at Mercadito Grove Wednesday night, and yesterday was a whirlwind — an offsite meeting for a chunk of the day, running around
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Fall Ahead
I spent my last "official" weekend out in Kismet this past weekend. I was actually happy that the house was quieter than usual — a perfect pace to wind down and truly enjoy every ray of sun, each grain of sand, and the welcoming waves mellowed by the presence of the full moon. I couldn’t
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Dating Yourself
Friends often tell tell me I date a lot, which I think is weird and not entirely accurate. I suppose it depends on your definition of the word "date." I was at a barbecue this weekend (hosted by Stephen to celebrate Joanna’s birthday) and was comparing my dating history this past year with a friend’s.
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L’Chaim*
Although it had been planned since the beginning of the summer, if not longer, there was something somewhat bittersweet about having a shrimp boil out at the beach this weekend. It made me very sad in some ways, as I thought about the loss of the rich culinary culture of the New Orleans but so
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A Full Belly
Well if I don’t have the energy to write a Gothamist column tonight, the least I can do is write something over here. I’m feeling a little sluggish after the ribs and pulled pork at Blues, BBQ and Fireworks (lunch) and macaroni and cheese (dinner), but at least I went to the gym beforehand. Thanks
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Ahh . . .
I had a perfectly calm and relaxing night last night. Leftovers from my Wednesday night cooking class (an international street food course, taught by the fine gentleman who taught my pig-roasting class and who will be joining me on the Vendy Awards judging panel), a stack of mail to sort through, a load of laundry,
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Because I Am Tired and Lazy
I am not going to go bother with the details about my weekend. As usual, it’s really all about the food roundup, so I might as well get right down to it, starting with the amazing lunch on Friday at Aureole to send off the lovely summer associates who kept me out so late the