[For the story on how we got here, you may read Vindahlo—Part One: a history.] “Listen, Sister,” the Squeeze said to me, waggling a piece of spice-crusted beef in creamy fenugreek sauce on his fork, “I’m not saying I don’t wish this was A-1.” My face must have fallen, just a little (but what did [...]
Read More»Two: Nicholas Restaurant Whenever I go to Nicholas, which is not nearly often enough, I have a spinach pie (from the pizza menu) and a bowl of lentil soup. In the past, I’ve experimented with various kabobs and mezza platters (you can have vegan, vegetarian, or meaty) and they’ve all been great, but now I’ve [...]
Read More»I should have done my research before I so very casually agreed to meet my mother for lunch at Asiate restaurant in Manhattan during our recent long weekend there. Had I done my research (instead of replying to her link-filled “Dining Options” e-mail with “Wherever you want to eat is fine with me — I’m [...]
Read More»It’s ten in the morning and I am knocking on the front door of Le Pigeon restaurant on East Burnside with my left hand, the one that is otherwise full of a travel mug of sloshing coffee. I think of the very white and very difficult to launder sweater I’m wearing, and then stop knocking and wait.
Read More»About a year ago, I spotted a restaurant in my neighborhood and became instantly infatuated with it. It’s a Thai spot, painted bright yellow and attached to a laundromat which is painted bright red. Or, the restaurant is red and the laundromat is yellow. Either way, they are eye-catching. Hand-written signs in thick black marker [...]
Read More»A small collection of half-written posts from 2007, not likely to be finished, but worth more than tossing down the garbage disposal: – – – My mom drives to Monterey to Sea Harvest or Wharf Number Two and buys cooked, cracked, whole crabs. The dismembered Dungeness beasts are dumped out into the utility sink, washed, [...]
Read More»A few days ago I stopped in at The Albina Press to buy some coffee beans. I don’t normally spring for Stumptown brew, but I was eager to be home and The Press was the bean outlet nearest to my route. The thing I like so much about this coffee shop is that it’s a [...]
Read More»In the hours before our meal last week at Passionfish in Pacific Grove, California, my father was visibly anxious. I suppose he had reason to be. The last time we went there together I was disappointed by the experience. The dinner commemorated the long-overdue completion of my Bachelor’s degree and my expectations were high. They [...]
Read More»Weeks before it opened, signs were posted bearing Da Rib Shack’s name. I was skeptical. Though most mobile kitchens (which is what those trailers all over town are, regardless of their actual mobility) are little more than shacks, that aspect of their construction is not something I like to focus on when enjoying their fares. [...]
Read More»After he came home from work to an unexpectedly empty house, after I came home from my meeting, and after we both decided that what I’d planned for us to eat (salad rolls and the previous night’s Thai leftovers) didn’t sound so great after all, we stood in our tiny kitchen somewhat grumpily eliminating options [...]
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