Extra Mustard and Hold the Mayans
If you believe all the Mayan calendar hype, then you may suspect that we don’t have much more time on this planet. I don’t...
Pork Ribs Smoking o’er an Enclosed Fire
Chow, Baby recently broke a proud tradition of avoiding malls during the holidays. Until last week, it had been five years since I’d set...
I’m Having a Smashback
As I stood at the local fast-food counter, my mind wandered back to Dublin, Ireland, and … a Burger King. Yes, after traveling thousands...
No Use Crying over Old Grits
Why I volunteered to cook this Thanksgiving is beyond me.
Maybe it was the tacos. Last month, a friend from Boston was in town, and...
Take My Dad. Please.
Consider this a public service announcement for all the waitstaffers in the 817: Beware of dads bearing bad, lame, tired old jokes. Or maybe...
Get Stuffed at Buffalo West
Is anyone else obsessed with those restaurant fix-it shows, like Restaurant Impossible and Kitchen Nightmares? I can’t get enough of British chefs yelling at...
Forking It Old School
Chow, Baby isn’t a slave to the old school, but I do think it’s important to pay homage to the restaurants that have been...
Bold Blossoms on the Ave
Chow, Baby recently played the lottery for the first time. I didn’t win, so I’ll have to delay the opening of my karate-themed soul...
Tortillas Flat
I started my Flat Tire Columns last year when my Korean hot-rod broke down in Arlington (On Foot for Food, Dec. 13, 2011), and...
Curried Favor
By the time you read this, I’ll be across the pond in jolly ol’ London, stuffing my face with shepherd’s pie and washing it...
