All posts tagged: food

Dispatch | 11.17.19

Raise your hand if you’re tired. That seems to be the current collective, universal state of things. Tiredness knows no creed, no political party, no religion. Tiredness is in the water, it runs to our marrow. And it shows no signs of abating. As the world turns increasingly dark — from here in the U.S. to abroad (see Turkey, Hong Kong, Bolivia etc. etc. et al) — it’s hard to find relief from the news cycle. The impeachment hearings are must-see TV and social media is constantly alight; who even knows where we stand on Brexit? Hilarious memes and astrology posts bidding us to look into ourselves and the stars are barely a balm, but there’s so much tiredness to overcome. And then there’s the domestic front! The dishes pile up, a mountain of laundry is never quite tackled, and my research/writing/pitching to-do lists get longer. I know it’s something of a cliche, but “adulting” is so much. The reality is, there are some days I can’t bring myself out of bed, but please allow …

Signs of Life Well-Lived in Columbus, Ohio

There’s a particular genre of food writing that I just love, that always gets me right in the feels: Odes to grocery stores. But not just regular, American-style supermarkets, with glaring lights, wide aisles and wild shoppers. Definitely not places Whole Foods, or Fairway, or Wegman’s, or even the Jewel-Oscos or Associateds of the world. I’m talking about international stores, once dubbed “ethnic,” a word which has since (thankfully) fallen out of favor. Whether they’re a one-off mom-and-pop shop in a suburban strip mall, or they’re part of a larger chain — H-Mart, Seafood City, Patel Brothers — the presence of an international-focused supermarket in a community tells me so much about a place. Who lives there, what kind of food nourishes that community, the families and lives of a region, even how time and place have shaped that city or town’s economies. On Saturdays, my family went to 99 Ranch Market in City of Industry, or Greenhills in Diamond Bar — both about 45 and 30 minutes, respectively, from our home in Orange County. …

A Glutton’s Guide to Burlington, Vermont

Around New Years, the SO and I decided to get the hell out of Dodge and skip out on the hullabaloo of shiny dresses, clichéd sparklers and oh god, the crowds: The unwashed masses and drunks and Times Square revelers… Nope, no thanks. We wanted greener pastures, where we could eat and drink in the new year our way, which is to say, quietly and decadently. Scanning a map of possible Northeastern destinations, we decided on Burlington, Vermont. A MegaBus makes it surprisingly accessible, it’s a walkable city and the Anchorage Inn just outside of downtown was inexpensively priced. It’s also a college town, with the University of Vermont smack-dab in the center; college towns have a tendency to attract creative small businesses and restaurants, which offers much more in the way of activity. Bonus points for it being holiday break! With four days of nothing planned but New Years opulence—we packed a case of grower Champagnes to keep spirits bright—we hit up the below restaurants in a gluttonous free-for-all of charcuterie, pâté, Bayley Hazen …