Greetings from Carrboro, Fond memories, like the proverbial sleeping dog, should be left happily alone. Back there somewhere in a nostalgic, hazy glow where they can be safely enjoyed from a distance. The risk in revisitation is the possibility of a rather large, irreparable crack in your rose-colored glasses. Most of my forays into this […]
Manhattans by the Barrel
Greetings from Carrboro, I must have been twelve or thirteen; it’s hard to say exactly. But sometime pre-Reagan I became a part-time bartender. For my parents. And I made exactly three drinks. Vodka martinis – with a twist or olives, Old-Fashioneds, and Manhattans. All of them were served on the rocks in rather hefty, rather […]
Weekend Brunch is Back
Greetings from Carrboro, Some things should clearly be left behind. Maybe ‘discarded’ is a better word. It’s something I struggle with. Obviously. Remnants of previous aspirations are strewn haphazardly throughout my daily life – little barbs of reminiscent guilt tucked away to unceremoniously surprise me when I stumble upon them. The dust-covered bike I bought […]
Spooky Drag Brunch
Greetings from Carrboro, I put salt on watermelon. A friend swears by pickles slathered in peanut butter. The world is awash in such illicit alliances – combinations that don’t make sense until they most certainly and unequivocally do. Fried grasshoppers with guacamole, anyone? And honestly, the unholy combos only make sense after they’re tried. You […]
The Acme Take Home Thanksgiving Feast
Greetings from Carrboro, I assume that we all suffer from it; tell me if I’m wrong. There’s the me who should clean out the closets and the me who, instead, orders the latest book about home organization from Amazon while watching House of the Dragon. Similarly, a friend determines he should get in shape and buys a treadmill. […]
The State Fair Comes to Carrboro!
Greetings from Carrboro, I was not impressed. Of course, standing in line for what felt like eternity didn’t help. The Mona Lisa turned out to be, well, the Mona Lisa. From afar. With lots of euro-jostling. I’m not exactly sure what I thought seeing it in person would be like. My only urgent epiphany was […]
Windy with a chance of art. And $15 entrées.
Greetings from Carrboro, My parents somehow got a cat. And a dozen downed trees in their front yard. That was Hurricane Hugo. And three days after Katrina, Acme got a talented sous chef (and family) for a month or so after their home and livelihood in New Orleans was destroyed overnight. They packed everything they […]
buh-bye baggy chile pepper pants
Greetings from Carrboro, The baggy chile pepper pants are gone. Along with the equally fashionable pasta pants. Thankfully. And I haven’t seen someone wearing kitchen clogs in a hot minute, though Crocs continue to make regular appearances. The tall poofy toques – à la Chef Boyardee – never were a thing in any restaurant where […]
At The Lumina, It’s Always a Good Day for a Movie
Here’s the deal. The Lumina is now part of the Acme community of businesses. Along with Atlas, our cocktail bar, The Lumina highlights our belief that great towns deserve great, local places to gather and to celebrate and to be entertained. Places that are as unique and wonderful as the community that they serve. We want The […]
Did somebody say oysters?
You either do or you don’t. There really isn’t a middle ground. Anyone professing a waffling appreciation of raw oysters has obviously decided that their instinctual “away from me, Satan” aversion doesn’t align with how they’re supposed to respond to something that has such a rapturous fanclub. And I get it; I certainly fell into […]
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