Finding Escape in Food and in Fiction
A reflection on the year just past and two things that reliably make me happy: food and fiction
Read MoreA reflection on the year just past and two things that reliably make me happy: food and fiction
Read MoreFortunately, I’d just heard tell of a LIC Gringo-inflected Mexican restaurant attached to a comedy club, The Creek and the Cave where we could grab dinner first. My source said the chicken taco was “the bomb,” and “totally packed with chicken” for a mere $3.50. We had a plan.
Read MoreWhy did I not ever remember that we had eaten once before at 5ive Spice, a small Park Slope Vietnamese with a bathroom door that doubles as a spice shelf? “We definitely went there,” the Chef insisted impatiently. But, I had absolutely no memory of it until I did
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