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. […]
Warm Breezes and Strawberry Margaritas
Greetings from Carrboro, I don’t know why I still have it. It’ll jump out at me, from time to time, when I’m searching through my closet in hopes of finding an ironed shirt. There’s no honest reason for it to be there except my ridiculous rationalization that it will come in handy. Someday. Because, let’s […]
April: Upcoming Events
Greetings from Carrboro, For better or worse, I often get ahead of myself. Sometimes, way ahead. And I must say, it appears to be genetic. As a child, my oldest daughter was openly distraught on the first day of a vacation by the thought that the trip was almost over – and we hadn’t even unpacked. I’ll […]
April at Acme
Greetings from Carrboro, I doubt Eliot meant to throw so much shade. At least not on the entire month, every year, in perpetuity. Right? I know that the whole vibe of the poem would sorta change if he had softened the edges to read – “Personally – this year – I’m feeling that April is […]
The Easter Takeout Feast
Greetings from Carrboro, I don’t play golf. But my computer is convinced that I do. Having overheard a conversation a few days ago, my browser now alights with the varied paraphernalia that will improve my “game” with the click of a button. Admittedly, I’d love a driver – just not one that goes in a […]
Cheers to ‘Ol St Patrick!
Greetings from Carrboro, Herding cats is one thing. But herding snakes is an entirely different ball of wax. For one, they live in holes in the ground. Their lack of ears certainly can’t help the situation. And then there’s the, you know, fangs/poison/creepy part of the equation. Pretty daunting to say the least. It took […]
But First, Let’s Brunch!
Greetings from Carrboro, There are flying reindeer to abet the plausibility. And a conceivable backstory with Mrs. Claus in the cozy North Pole abode brewing cocoa and those invaluable elves toiling away in workshops crafting toys. And of course Santa has his merry laugh, a sleigh and, well, pants. In the pantheon of holiday lore, […]
St Patrick’s Day Feast!
Greetings from Carrboro, Clearly, they’re just words. But some people get lucky. That my first name somehow translates to “handsome birth” always left me queasy; the image that it invoked was (is?) rather unsettling. And my name certainly was not cool. Whatsoever. Years ago, I went on a few dates with a woman named Storm. […]
The Acme Wine Dinner
Greetings from Carrboro, It felt like a big deal. I was at a picturesque vineyard in the Willamette Valley and they were having quite the shindig. Something called like Pigs & Pinot; it was an annual event, a high-dollar fundraiser of sorts. The way it worked, a hog had been raised on the vineyard and […]
Looking Back at 25 Years
Greetings from Carrboro. It wasn’t pretty. We had to use a sledgehammer to get it out. The keg box had been behind the bar since day one. And it was easily 15 years old when I bought it. The plan had been for it to last – fingers crossed – six months and that by […]
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