“Pokhlebkin and the Soviet Union are dead, yet Borshchland lives on. Recipes, like birds, ignore political boundaries … The faint outline of the Tsarist-Soviet imperium still glimmers in the collective steam off bowls of beetroot and cabbage in meat stock, and...
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman’s food, It ennobled our brains and enriched our blood. Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good. Oh! the roast beef of old England. Roast beef is in my blood. I was born in England…in Hereford, no less, home...
Featuring the photography of Marshall Postnikoff. It was fourteen years ago, my first time ever in San Miguel. I fell instantly, deeply, madly in love with the town and I wanted to know more about it. I wanted to explore every inch of it. There was a sign in the...
It was the first bottle of wine I ever bought. A rosé. Turner’s Rosé. You see they didn’t ask for ID at the Turner’s shop. And Turner’s Rosé was $1.30 a bottle, the cheapest bottle of wine anywhere in town. I graduated to Mateus (loved the shape of the hip flask...
There are four things that are important when judging a restaurant. The food. The service. The ambience. The value. The relative importance of each though varies on who is doing the judging. I am a foodie and, as a foodie, I will tolerate leaky tin shacks, snottily...
A table of tacos outdid me And put out my amorous fire; For when I got on bended knee, To eat was her sole desire. From La Taquiza by Chava Flores There are two schools of thought about the tacos at Taco Lab Tacolicious. The first school says this isn’t the place to...
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