Buffalo chicken dip. Do you think there might be a recipe for this stuff in the Necronomicon? It’s tasty, sure, but…
I’m a champion of homemade things. Ricotta cheese is a hundred times more flavorful when you take the time to boil a…
Sharing food can be a heartwarming sight: a sign of two people growing close to each other. If we’re having sex I…
Straight to the food, here: Barberton chicken is just chicken fried in lard. It’s got Serbian roots, and there’s no…
Bone broth is a trendy, gelatinous naked soup that you drink from a cup, and its popularity has soared in recent…
The rations of Thanksgiving leftovers have been consumed, the Tupperware is clean, and hopefully you’ve returned…
Italian bread, eggs, milk, butter, and syrup—those were always the five ingredients my railroad-worker father used…
On a recent trip to Portugal, Porto stole my heart. I spent my nights traversing its narrow alleys, tall bridges,…
There is a woman in line in front of me at the grocery store, and she’s buying a bottle of wine. She might be going…
When I make shrimp cocktail at home, I feel like... an asshole? It doesn’t seem like a dish I should be eating in my…
The first time I ate a St. Louis slinger, I was in Pittsburgh. I was working my regular Sunday shift at the Rivers…
I regularly cook with parsley over basil. I prefer its light earthiness, its ability to mesh with a wide variety of…
Writers love to wax poetic about how food and its aromas “take us back,” make us wistful for grandma baking cookies…
My hometown, New Castle, is a Rust Belt immigrant town in rural Pennsyltucky. The bars there, while sometimes…
I work five days a week, and my nights are spent around Los Angeles bars, clubs, and small theaters doing stand-up…
Let’s talk about Ed Alfredo. I know Ed Alfredo sounds like an alias, or what you’d make up if somebody held a gun to…
I miss Paul Longobardi. He’s not dead, I just don’t know where he is. The last time I saw Paul he was dressed in…
No, a Pittsburgh salad isn’t when a high school bully makes you eat the contents of a trash can. It’s not a sex…