But Do They Serve Cookies?
Chow, Baby has had way too much family time lately. Yes, I’m lucky to still have grandparents, but listening to them bemoan the ruinous...
So Glad You Could Come
Chow, Baby wants to par-tay. To dinner par-tay, to be exact, like in the movies, where beautiful people drink champagne and snag exotic cheese...
Make Food Not War
I’ve never been much of a hippie — I just don’t care for drum circles or the band Phish. But socially conscious eating I’m...
Royal Pains
Don’t get me wrong; I love my nieces. I just fear for them a little. One is seven and the other is four (I...
Back to Happy
Happy hours don’t usually make me happy. They just make me want to crawl into bed and fall asleep to reruns of the Golden...
Other Side of the Apron
Back when I made my living in the food business, I kind of resented Restaurant Week, when local eateries create a prix fixe menu...
Training Table
I love the part in the first Rocky movie, when the title character makes it to the top step of the Philadelphia Art Museum...
Boba Me, Baby
I had never understood the appeal of boba tea. Now that I’ve actually tried it I’m in boba lust. (Although I still don’t get...
And Dance by the Light of the Moon
As a teenager, Chow, Baby dreamed of being a rock star. Despite having no musical talent, a singing voice that might attract stray cats,...
Eating for You
Chow, Baby is the people’s food critic. Just think of me as your light in dim places, (or sometimes a canary for your culinary...
