One of my favorite pizza spots growing up was Pizza Town USA in Elmwood Park, N.J., near an early location of my…
In my travels, I have chomped on crispy dead crickets atop a salad like they’re croutons and sawed through a rubbery…
I’m reaching way back to the earliest memories of my youth, to the first pasta accompaniment I ever knew and loved:…
Welcome to Cheese Week, The Takeout’s weeklong praise of cheeses.
Next time you see pasta all’Amatriciana (more often than not, it’s bucatini all’Amatriciana) on a menu, don’t order…
Thus begins my open letter to a disturbing number of pizza joints and red-sauce Italian-American restaurants: If…
The first time I attempted to make cacio e pepe, I thought it had to be just about the easiest pasta dish to make,…
If you’re like me (from New Jersey with a last name ending in a vowel), you very likely grew up eating “pasta…
I may call the Washington, D.C. region home these days, but I spent the first 93 percent of my existence in…
If there’s ever been a truly global spirit, it’s rum. No single country, island, or region can truly claim to “own”…
Welcome to Gateways To Drinkery, where The Takeout offers an entry-level course on our favorite libations, and some…
Welcome to Gateways To Drinkery, where The Takeout offers an entry-level course on our favorite libations, and some…