Greetings from Carrboro, For the most part, I think that we’re safe. Because being a career Luddite has its advantages. Making a living in the chopping, stirring, burning business does insulate us from the oft-feared predatory creep of AI. I certainly haven’t received an application for a line cook from some well-meaning avatar. And as […]
Cocktail Hour and Chill.
Greetings from Carrboro, The old guy rolled up the sleeves on the blue jacket and had me try it on. The clip-on tie was red and not too oversized. But the jacket went nearly to my knees. He left the coat room and came back with three, large safety pins with light blue, plastic caps […]
May Calls for Celebration
Greetings from Carrboro, It wasn’t as if I thought lightning was going to strike. But I did have the sense that another shoe was about to drop. I, for one, definitely felt that we had moved into possibly rough and uncharted waters. And then, well, nothing happened. Nada. Zilch. Standing on the steps of my […]
Friends, Laughter and Plenty of Pink Drink.
Greetings from Carrboro, My father would be 93 on Monday. Hard to believe. I can still distinctly remember his 50th birthday – a milestone that I have long since stumbled over – and thinking to myself that he was getting old. It was a surprise party that featured a very large, very ugly, hand-painted concrete squirrel […]
Time for a Rosée Soirée
Greetings from Carrboro, Certain things are just true. Tomato sandwiches are best leaning over the kitchen sink. Spaghetti sauce is better the second day. A glass of rosé is most delicious when the sun is shining – preferably in spring. And the only thing better than wine with good food is laughter. But on those […]
Say Hello to Al Fresco Dining
Greetings from Carrboro, They were free. If memory serves, the only caveat was that we had to sell Perrier. That was a small price to pay for five, quite large table umbrellas; the Perrier logos adorning each didn’t bother me in the least. It was certainly better than Mountain Dew. I’m not completely sure where the money […]
The Glory of Spring Gastronomy
Greetings from Carrboro, There are signs. No question. And as we careen into April, the obvious signs of spring abound. But similar to the viral debate some years back about the colors of an infamous striped dress, people can’t help but see those signs very differently. Where some people see daffodils and bunnies, others see […]
March Madness and Easter Brunch
Greetings from Carrboro, She drove a Plymouth. This was the 70’s, so not a small car; you could easily park a Prius in the back seat. It was brown, smelled of breath mints and had a sun-faded box of Kleenex on the package shelf beneath the rear window. All that is obviously rather unremarkable. The intriguing part […]
Easter at Acme
I don’t ever remember an Easter egg hunt. Or, thankfully, any kind of egg and spoon race in the front yard. I did, however, suffer through myriad incarnations of weaving around school desks doing the inescapable “Bunny Hop.” And having to wear an annoying clip-on tie to church on the big day along with maybe […]
Carrboro’s favorite Irishman, Patty O’Dining!
Generally, I’m a wee suspicious of pithy sayings. As a veteran of the restaurant world, I have ample proof that the customer is not always right and that, in fact, a watched pot will boil. Every single time. So, when anyone rhetorically conjures the legendary epithet “luck of the Irish” I have similar doubts. Maybe it’s me, but history […]
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