Greetings from Carrboro, The Red Bull girls drop by. Once a year. Maybe twice. But only when they’ve woefully strayed too far into Carrboro. It’s remarkable how energetic they are. And earnest. Even driving around in that car. It’s like being attacked by a rabid soda cheerleader. “You’ll sell a ton! Great in cocktails!” And, […]
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Greetings from Carrboro, It’s bred in the bone. We all yearn to be the best. Or to have the best. If just by association. There are entire magazines and websites devoted to such things – must-read top 10 lists of the best toothbrushes for left-handed women of Italian descent. And even this week, whole countries […]
BLT season begins
Greetings from Carrboro, As they say, good things take time. So, if my math is right, twenty years better make something pretty damn great. The singular fact that it’s never been on the menu says a lot. I’ve danced around it. Debated. Oh, and I’ve greedily eaten more than my fair share over the years. […]
#bestdadever
Greetings from Carrboro, It’s bad enough on Mother’s Day. But sentimental Father’s Day cards really are the worst. At least with moms there is the oh-my-god-what-you-went-thru-for-me act of giving birth. And, well, we can all agree that seems a fair enough rationale for cards with fuzzy pastel pictures of daisies and professions of undying love […]
If only my mother could have been so lucky…
Greetings from Carrboro, My mother had a history with gin. It predated me, but my father hinted that it involved a party, a pitcher, and a pool. Having seen pictures of her swim-suited Jackie O days, I’m not so sure that her gin fracas wasn’t more the direct result of the festive red rubber cap […]
Soft shell crabs are here!
Greetings from Carrboro, It’s inevitable. Think thunder after lightning. When I’m talking to guests there’s a particularly pregnant pause that always leads to “well, what should we have to eat tonight?” Oh. Joy. You’d think I’d know how to answer that by now. But no. I flail and descend into the swamp of chattering banality, recommending […]
Margajulep? Juleparita?
May 3, 2018 Greetings from Carrboro, She didn’t even ask. I watched in what can only be described as gastronomic horror as my date dumped the entire bag of M&Ms into the popcorn. As if that was what normal people did. As if wasting my hard-earned cash was some kind of sneaky girl-test of my […]
Cross my heart
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 […]
Say it with me now!
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 […]
We’re all out of Dippin’ Dots
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 […]
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