Returns of the natives
It’s Tuesday night, November 7. The polls have closed and the parties’ parties are just getting going. The Dems are above the Downtown ice rink in a large glassed-in room where the floors are half-and-half wood and carpet.
It’s Tuesday night, November 7. The polls have closed and the parties’ parties are just getting going. The Dems are above the Downtown ice rink in a large glassed-in room where the floors are half-and-half wood and carpet.
Well, America, there is a god. Not that I’m partisan or anything, but those midterm elections sure felt good, eh? Three words: Sayonara Senator Macacawitz. Holla. But let’s not just […]
The terror threats on seven NFL stadiums three weeks ago proved to be nothing more then an Internet hoax by some message board posters. Still, the aftermath did spark conversation […]
On a menu stuffed (and fried and cheese-covered) with meat-based dishes, we were searching recently for a veggie-friendly lunch option. And we found a good one: the vegetarian quesadilla. It […]
Some new restaurants make a big old noise to let you know they’re coming (see below for Exhibit A, Chick-fil-A). Others just quietly appear like a night-blooming flower. Though it’s […]
Tired of cooking the same old boring meal of burgers and French fries? Well, toss des frites and roll up your sleeves to make this quick and simple dish from […]
Along with the burrito-loving masses, which are apparently, well, massive, we lined up for our free burrito on Chipotle’s recent opening day, and ordered the Barbacoa, with shredded, marinated beef. […]
It is very cold in the cocktail tent where Bruce Wilcox, president-elect of the Sons of the American Revolution, is talking to George Washington, another son of the revolution who is better recalled, of course, as the Father of Our Country. Though he died 207 years ago, Washington looks pretty well pulled together.
The. Ivy. League. Don’t the mere words just conjure images of well-worn leather-bound volumes, decorous discourses on the finer points of Hume, and impeccably mannered, tweed-wearing WASPs? Well, it may […]