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Greetings from Carrboro, We struggle. A lot. Not with making something taste delicious; that part we get. But making something sound delicious is often a very real challenge. And honestly, not just delicious but also smart. The lexicon of words used to describe southern food can leave a lot to be desired. Equally cannibalized by […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Having “L” right there in the name has never made sense. Because if ever there was a second fiddle, this is it. Or third fiddle, if there is such a thing. Like I’m sure that George Edward Smith was a great guitarist, sure. But to call the band Hall & George Edward Smith […]

Greetings from Carrboro, It’s just like clockwork. About this time every year I long to go to camp. You know, the one with lanyards and farewell campfires and Slim Jims bought from the canteen. With jungle juice and Nutty Buddy ice cream cones. That summer camp. Where nights talking in cabins seem endless and the subsequent days […]

Greetings from Carrboro, The beach is overrated. OK, so maybe overrun is more fitting. Especially the week of the 4th. The mirage of happy children splashing on an empty beach that sand-ily seduces us from the annual assault of advertisements that flood our inbox every January sort of excludes certain, um, realities of the high season. It […]

Greetings from Carrboro, It’s obviously a conundrum. In their latest valiant foray to buy me a gift, my so-close-to-adulthood children bought me a keychain with an anthropomorphised mushroom that lights up. He’s quite emoji-cute. But I must say that having a plastic fungus unknowingly pulsing light in your pants’ pocket is not a great look […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I get it naturally. Or, rather, the lack of it I get naturally. Basically, advance planning is not my thing. Try as I might, I have no interest in being thoughtfully organized about most anything happening six months from now. I’m just not that guy. Today, if someone earnestly were to ask […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I always got the hump. As I was clearly the youngest of 3 kids, there was no use in arguing who sat in the middle. Speeding south on 95 in my mom’s Buick, we’d all play the alphabet game or we’d read; anything to pass the time. My father drove and my […]

Greetings from Carrboro, They came in a can. I swear to god. Though I have no memory of how many were in each Old El Paso tin, I do happily remember the sheer 4th grade glee over the pleasures that any appearance of that yellow can foretold. The holy taco night. Our electric can opener never did […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I have to be honest. The first time that I honestly enjoyed a glass of wine, I was sitting on top of Cliff’s Meat Market. It had to have been at least 1am and I was sitting on a cheap outdoor folding chair taking notes. There was a rowdy contingent shooting off […]

Greetings from Carrboro, There are superlatives. And then there are superlatives. Restaurant parlance is littered with its fair share of them. For cocktails and appetizers, wine and dessert – the whole shebang. I’ve been sold “mythical” tuna and “ethereal” champagne. Sometimes the conjured reverie feels completely authentic – the server really does swoon over the carpaccio. […]