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Greetings from Carrboro, We’re a superstitious lot, restaurant people. Crack open a fertilized egg and someone’s about to die. Find two yolks and you’re about to have twins. Spill salt? Better toss some over your shoulder to blind the devil right behind you. And despite – shall I say – mediocre results, I still eat […]

Greetings from Carrboro, It was a point of pride. The first restaurant that I worked in did not serve either peach schnapps or white zinfandel. The former to purge the phrase ‘fuzzy navels’ from the bar lexicon and the latter as a heroic defense of true wine. These kind of values were meant to stand […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I can guarantee you couldn’t make up a game as complicated as baseball. Even the uniforms don’t make sense. But my 14 years playing America’s “pastime” inoculate me against a lot of that. It’s only when I’m trying to explain a slider to my teenage daughter – and her subsequent glassy-eyed facial […]

Greetings from Carrboro, We’ve got Kanye and Kim. Then there’s John and Yoko for the non-millenial set. And, to be sure, Easter and Brunch for, well, just about all of us. The way I see it, mixing religion and donuts is a natural. Where is it written that the bread you break can’t be fried, […]

☘ Greetings from Carrboro ☘ In Chicago, they turn the Mississippi green. Like, you know, really green. For miles. But Carrboro’s lack of any significant tributary sort of shot that idea in the foot. Unless we chose to dye Bolin Creek some vibrant verdant hue. But that would probably just terrify wildlife. And expecting the town to […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I’ve been on some schedule – somewhere – to work brunch for 30 years. It’s a little ridiculous. So many 5 am alarms and broken eggs. Karma is like that – escape is really never an option. If on the 7th day God rests, I certainly make biscuits. Delicious buttermilk biscuits, to be sure. […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Tom dug them on Tuesday. You know, two days ago. He texted from the boat. Last year, I sat with him on that very boat and ate raw clams with him, freshly dug from the shallows of eastern Virginia. Seaweed grew all around the bed. We walked in knee-deep water, barefoot in the […]

Greetings from Carrboro, There are lots of ways to celebrate. Lots. According to Hollywood, good number of the best involve Las Vegas. That is not in anyway to disparage the more typical celebrations that don’t involve Vegas, veering instead towards a bucolic, family-centric theme of puppies and iced tea and neighbors you’ve never met. But […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Mardi Gras never made it this far north. Or east for that matter. It sort of peters out on the Georgia-Alabama border. I don’t think that we can blame this tragedy on climate change. In my experience, this is more of a protestant thing. The Presbyterian world that I was brought up in […]