A Fire of Many Flavors
It’s located on a busy corner in a former fast-food joint. The name means “fire sauce,” the chef is named Rodriguez, and chicken enchiladas...
A Lying Winter
All I’ve heard anyone talk about for days has been the weather — but I can’t really blame them, given how gorgeous it’s been....
Beyond Lederhosen
My introduction to all things German was at Edelweiss German Restaurant (3801 Southwest Blvd.) when I was a kid. My memory of the place...
The Lowdown
It’s funny how much a name matters. Would anyone have boogied to the Beach Boys if they’d stuck to the original name, The Pendletones?...
Just the (Food) Facts, Ma’am
Chow, Baby eschews “hard news.” Corruption, exposés, and who-shot-John are usually the province of my more flinty-eyed colleagues. Chow, Baby gets flinty only about...
Signs of Civilization
Is there anything more agonizing than dating? If you younglings think I’m talking about your pimply dramas, fuggetaboutit. I’m referring to the cold, cruel...
Widen Your Horizons, Cowboy
Every time my grandmother bites into a good piece of beef, she uses the same line: “This cow must have been in love.” Everybody...
Back to the Pasta
I got a little back-to-the-future jolt when I walked into Aventino’s Risorante for a recent weekday lunch. I thought maybe my DeLorean had hit...
Haute Cuisine Worthy of Haute Prices
Chow, Baby wasn’t born with a silver spoon in its mouth, which is just so wrong. Many were the nights that young Chow, Baby...
Toast Points: Eat Early, Healthy, and Away
Every year around this time, I convince myself that this is going to be the year when I get in shape, finish that novel...
