Month: August 2011

photo of the week 37: what my readers are reading…

I need your help. Almost more than eating, I love to read. As a child, I devoured books by the shelves.  Naturally, I waded through a heavy load of classics, supplemented by required reading in school. But I also doted on children’s fantasies and historical novels, political thrillers and mysteries. I fell hard and fast […]

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photo of the week 37: what my readers are reading…

I need your help. Almost more than eating, I love to read. As a child, I devoured books by the shelves.  Naturally, I waded through a heavy load of classics, supplemented by required reading in school. But I also doted on children’s fantasies and historical novels, political thrillers and mysteries. I fell hard and fast […]

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review: pioneer… (notion)

You know what I like about Dave Racicot? He’s passionate. He’s generous. He’s fearless. And, he’s just a bit crazy. There’s little glory, if any, in slim margins, empty seats, and twenty-hour days. But chefs across the world run the restaurant gauntlet again and again. Why? They love to cook. They were made to cook. […]

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review: pioneer… (notion)

You know what I like about Dave Racicot? He’s passionate. He’s generous. He’s fearless. And, he’s just a bit crazy. There’s little glory, if any, in slim margins, empty seats, and twenty-hour days. But chefs across the world run the restaurant gauntlet again and again. Why? They love to cook. They were made to cook. […]

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travel: big sky…

When I was wee, in the summers, I would pack up the tackle box and sit by the front door, rods in hand, and wait for my dad to get home from work.  We’d head to the shoreline and cast out until the sun set. I love fishing. But sadly, I haven’t done much of […]

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travel: big sky…

When I was wee, in the summers, I would pack up the tackle box and sit by the front door, rods in hand, and wait for my dad to get home from work.  We’d head to the shoreline and cast out until the sun set. I love fishing. But sadly, I haven’t done much of […]

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review: glutting… (m. wells)

Can there ever be too much foie gras? Debatable. I mean, surely there’s a point of diminishing returns, right? I wasn’t about to test the limits. But, I had heard that everything at M. Wells, the “Quebeco-American diner” in Long Island City brought to you by a former chef of Au Pied de Cochon in […]

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review: glutting… (m. wells)

Can there ever be too much foie gras? Debatable. I mean, surely there’s a point of diminishing returns, right? I wasn’t about to test the limits. But, I had heard that everything at M. Wells, the “Quebeco-American diner” in Long Island City brought to you by a former chef of Au Pied de Cochon in […]

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review: splendor anew… (jean georges)

Given a choice, I’ll rarely order the same dish twice. And yet, I keep going back to Jean Georges, where, for the past few years, the lunch menu had barely budged an inch (or, so it seemed). Why? I love the dining room, a light box that makes lunch on Columbus Circle the bright centerpiece […]

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review: splendor anew… (jean georges)

Given a choice, I’ll rarely order the same dish twice. And yet, I keep going back to Jean Georges, where, for the past few years, the lunch menu had barely budged an inch (or, so it seemed). Why? I love the dining room, a light box that makes lunch on Columbus Circle the bright centerpiece […]

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