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 […]
Donut be a fool
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, […]
Carrboro go Brách!
☘ 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 […]
If it’s been one of those weeks…
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. […]
Patio is open!
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 […]
Acme’s 20th- get ready to party!
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 […]
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