
A few months back, I met a friend for dinner at Mart Anthony’s, one of the red-sauce joints sprinkled around Chicago…

One of my favorite pizza spots growing up was Pizza Town USA in Elmwood Park, N.J., near an early location of my…

I wasn’t raised on frybread. Maybe that’s what encouraged me to drive two hours through New Mexico’s lava fields…
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…

Welcome to Cheese Week, The Takeout’s weeklong praise of cheeses.

Welcome to Cheese Week, The Takeout’s weeklong praise of cheeses.
Hunger—the kind that first-world, non-impoverished people experience—is dull. You’d eat anything when you’re hungry.…

My first job was working at a baseball card shop in Ames, Iowa. Every day after middle school, I’d walk three blocks…

Fall 2013. My friend Shuhei Kitagawa and I were sitting in a cafe at the University of Washington, talking Japanese…
I have a hidden holiday dessert wrapped in foil and stashed in the back of my pantry. It’s not cookies or candy, and…
Somewhere in her house, my mom possesses a box of handwritten recipes, either transcribed or handed down from my…

It’s not uncommon for people to patronize their favorite restaurants on a trip back to their hometown; it just so…

Welcome to American Sandwiches Week, a celebration of the mighty sandwich through the lens of Americana.

Welcome to American Sandwiches Week, a celebration of the mighty sandwich through the lens of Americana.
Any story written about New Jersey first addresses either its adversarial reputation, its relationship to the New…