Tag: chicago

February 18, 2012

travel: hipster safari…

– Hyde Park, New York really is as beautiful as they say it is. Even with the trees stripped bare against those bald, russet hills in winter, the Hudson River Valley is breathtaking. To Greystone I’ve been twice, but never to The Culinary Institute of America (CIA). So, when I was asked to photograph the […]

February 18, 2012

travel: hipster safari…

– Hyde Park, New York really is as beautiful as they say it is. Even with the trees stripped bare against those bald, russet hills in winter, the Hudson River Valley is breathtaking. To Greystone I’ve been twice, but never to The Culinary Institute of America (CIA). So, when I was asked to photograph the […]

May 28, 2011

travel: one million calories…

I apologize for the month-long pause. I was busy eating the shizz out of May. Thirty days. Four states. Nearly seventy restaurants. Over twenty-five Michelin stars. Hundreds of plates. And the most extraordinary cast of characters. I had a great month.

May 28, 2011

travel: one million calories…

I apologize for the month-long pause. I was busy eating the shizz out of May. Thirty days. Four states. Nearly seventy restaurants. Over twenty-five Michelin stars. Hundreds of plates. And the most extraordinary cast of characters. I had a great month.

December 9, 2010

review: time colors it rosy…

Inexperience and hunger flatter food. Time colors it rosy. Having said all my goodbyes, I celebrated my last day as a Chicago resident by running a half marathon, indulging in a massage, stealing a nap, and treating myself to a quiet dinner for one. That was the summer of 2005. I asked Chris Nugent, the […]

December 9, 2010

review: time colors it rosy…

Inexperience and hunger flatter food. Time colors it rosy. Having said all my goodbyes, I celebrated my last day as a Chicago resident by running a half marathon, indulging in a massage, stealing a nap, and treating myself to a quiet dinner for one. That was the summer of 2005. I asked Chris Nugent, the […]

December 7, 2010

review: zeitgeist…

Once derided for their culinary ineptitude, the British have invaded us all over again with a new Fab Four: nose, tail, trotter, and jowl (and everything in between). Indeed, the pig has become a modern-day proxy for a larger umbrella of thematic eating, under which fall beer and tattooes, mustaches and suspenders, piles of meat […]

December 7, 2010

review: zeitgeist…

Once derided for their culinary ineptitude, the British have invaded us all over again with a new Fab Four: nose, tail, trotter, and jowl (and everything in between). Indeed, the pig has become a modern-day proxy for a larger umbrella of thematic eating, under which fall beer and tattooes, mustaches and suspenders, piles of meat […]

November 14, 2010

review: retrospective… (alinea)

Nashville, Tennessee, 2004. A ruddy-cheeked cherub came out of the kitchen after dinner to say hello. He was just a kid. I was just a kid. We both loved food. He cooked. I ate. We started talking. Though our conversation drifted from here to there, it moored mostly around a new restaurant that was opening […]

November 14, 2010

review: retrospective… (alinea)

Nashville, Tennessee, 2004. A ruddy-cheeked cherub came out of the kitchen after dinner to say hello. He was just a kid. I was just a kid. We both loved food. He cooked. I ate. We started talking. Though our conversation drifted from here to there, it moored mostly around a new restaurant that was opening […]

November 2, 2010

rumination 15: why restaurants matter…

There are eight million ways I could start this post. I could begin by scrutinizing the moral imperative surrounding high-end dining, while trying to dodge all of its guilt-laden side effects and seemingly unjustifiable excesses. Let them eat brioche, as it were. Or, I could initiate a circuitous dialogue about the artistic value of cooking […]

November 2, 2010

rumination 15: why restaurants matter…

There are eight million ways I could start this post. I could begin by scrutinizing the moral imperative surrounding high-end dining, while trying to dodge all of its guilt-laden side effects and seemingly unjustifiable excesses. Let them eat brioche, as it were. Or, I could initiate a circuitous dialogue about the artistic value of cooking […]

October 29, 2010

review: kb6…

Kasparov, Euwe, Capablanca, and Spassky – none of them have occupied a more magnificent “KB6” than I did recently on the seventh floor of the Peninsula Hotel in Chicago. A 2-inch square of black anywhere else in the world, “KB6” at Avenues is a swivel-top throne, last in a row of six (thus, aptly coded […]

October 29, 2010

review: kb6…

Kasparov, Euwe, Capablanca, and Spassky – none of them have occupied a more magnificent “KB6” than I did recently on the seventh floor of the Peninsula Hotel in Chicago. A 2-inch square of black anywhere else in the world, “KB6” at Avenues is a swivel-top throne, last in a row of six (thus, aptly coded […]

October 27, 2010

travel: a pigsphyxiating bonfire…

Chicago is not only America’s Second City, it’s my second home. Collectively, I’ve lived and worked in Chicago for over four and a half years. And I’ve visited the city countless times – far more than any other city in the United States. My last two trips to Chicago were in 2008, and I’ve been […]

October 27, 2010

travel: a pigsphyxiating bonfire…

Chicago is not only America’s Second City, it’s my second home. Collectively, I’ve lived and worked in Chicago for over four and a half years. And I’ve visited the city countless times – far more than any other city in the United States. My last two trips to Chicago were in 2008, and I’ve been […]

July 13, 2010

rumination 10: hold on to your hats windy city…

The long-awaited shoe drops. The Midwest gets its first Michelin Guide Rouge. It is slated to issue in November of this year. CLICK. Let the guessing and obsessing begin.

July 13, 2010

rumination 10: hold on to your hats windy city…

The long-awaited shoe drops. The Midwest gets its first Michelin Guide Rouge. It is slated to issue in November of this year. CLICK. Let the guessing and obsessing begin.