It had nothing at all to do with religion. It was just what everyone did on a Friday. And I loved every moment of it, fatty batter and all. On each and almost every Friday, I ate fish and chips. So imagine how I felt when I saw some almost-bring-me-to-tears news this...
We’d been there before. Back in April 2020. Then again in December 2020. And now we’d made the difficult decision once more. We were heading back into hibernation. Back down the rabbit hole. It was a little different this time. More contagious. But less dangerous. But...
It’s a once a week, absolutely-every-week-that-we’re-there, tradition in Toronto. I’m talking about dim sum at lunch. Those wonderful little Chinese treats, steamed or fried, three or four to the serving, that date back to the 10th Century tea houses on the Silk Road...
The fever started in L.A. Then, with a boost last month from Eric Asimov in the New York Times, it became a frenzy. I’m talking about birria. And you’re excused if you don’t know what I’m talking about. Because birria may be, not only the most unrecognized, but also...
With covid meaning that we have now gone 329 days without placing our butts on barstools, the eating habits of Don Day’s Wife and I have changed. A lot. I’ve always been a creature of comfort. Always a jeans and sneakers guy. One of the first songs I search for when...
There’s a guy in town called Tony. I don’t know Tony very well. But I know Tony’s from Buffalo. Which gives us something very much in common. Because I’m from a suburb of Buffalo called Canada. As a once-teenaged Canadian, I lived in a land where people were not...
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