the hunger games: stone brewery
I took Mark out for his birthday four days early this year. No, I wasn’t rushing his advancement in age and wisdom. I simply wanted to treat him to one of his favorite things: excellent…
Category Archives: grub
eating my way west, part I
“Whirlwind.” “Roller coaster.” “Bittersweet.” None of the moving clichés are right. Each time, packing feels like something vaguely familiar—something I should be good at by now but for some reason am not. For all the…
the hunger games: roti mediterranean
I am lucky to have so many food lovers in my life. When the topic of regional food came up in the office today, a fellow Canadian casually mentioned a favorite treat, Beaver Tails. Our…
review: café atlántico
Unpaid internships aren’t exactly synonymous with haute cuisine. My encounters with fancy food have almost all been because of lucky invites—either to media events, or exquisite dinner parties. I’m aware of the hot-list haunts in…
review: eden center
Last Saturday I dragged Mark along for my first—and hopefully not only—workplace field trip. Minus the yellow school bus, grubby hands, patrols, and brown bag lunches, it was almost kind of like those much-anticipated 6th-grade…
the hunger games: baked & wired
I sit and write from my cozy kitchen while outside, snow layers the D.C. area. By the time I left the office, the city had already shut down (even though due to the warm temperature,…
review: shenandoah brewing co.
My weekend was filled with firsts. My first smartphone arrived in the office mail late Friday, and I rode the metro home with the box tucked into my bag, excited to spend a homey evening…
review: rubi’s cafe
I rarely include pictures hawked from Flickr, but in this case, the sandwich made me do it. On the way back from our Berkshire winter escape, we decided to check out Rubiner’s cheese shop in…
a Christmas well spent
It’s the 25th of December and I’m not in Winnipeg. I’m not even in Canada. I’m in Massachusetts, a state I’ve never visited and still need help spelling. Perched on the edge of the Berkshires,…
en route to D.C., in words and pictures
Last weekend I said goodbye to a city that had just started to feel like home. Sadness and excitement tumbled at the edge of my emotions, keeping real tears at bay. As the burritos and…