A recent 30-second stint next to a lowered Honda at a stoplight prompted this piece on why my generation is the coolest generation.
With all the crappy/sappy Bond films made in the last 50 years, some people forget what a badass Bond once was, particularly when Sean Connery was in the lead. Watch Dr. No and get schooled.
An all-boys prep school, a hot blonde teacher, a 6-year-old me, and a platter of beets. A recipe for disaster.
$25,000 in prize money was up for grabs in the World Class Corned Beef Eating Championship in Palm Beach Gardens. I went, I saw, I almost reversed. Check out all the gnarly details (and world champ Joey Chestnut).
Actually torturing consumers into changing brands hasn’t been socially acceptable since the Yugo’s demise, but that doesn’t mean that brands or their loyalists have become any less driven to prove that they’re the best on the block. The battles haven’t always been fought fairly and have, of course, led to some major missteps.
Growing up in New York City started my love of street food, running a food cart strengthened it, and the many wonderful meals eaten out of context cemented it. 2 AM Chicken and waffles in an abandoned lot in Austin!
Ah, memories. With 2011 SXSW just around the corner, I’ve gotten all misty eyed over my time there last year (highly doubtful I’ll be returning this year, much as I want to). Here are a few of the many Tweets from my SXSW 2010 coverage, many of which were picked up by New Times and other assorted Tweet-picker-uppers.
This article originally appeared in the 2010 edition of “Taste,” the guide to fine dining in Broward and the Palm Beaches published annually by New Times for which I wrote all the editorial.
“It’s not about me, it’s about us,” – Mike Moir, chef/owner of Little Moir’s Leftovers Café. Herewith, one of Mike’s recipes, written by one of his chefs.
Backstage after Thursday night’s Kashmir show at Maggie Mae’s, an awfully tall fellow could be seen laughing with Kashmir’s lead singer, Kaspar Eistrup.