That Time Chef Jocky Cooked in a Vineyard

WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER, 2014 IN PRIORAT, SPAIN I haven’t been to too many restaurants in the past month but I’ve been eating well for the most part. On some days it’s defrosted ragout dumped over still quite crunchy pasta cooked on a stove whose gas source doubles as a hot water heater for the shower.…

Reunited at the Witherspoon Grill in Princeton, NJ

The main yard of the Princeton University campus seemed a cold, dreary, and largely lifeless place to me as I strolled through it with my brother and sister-in-law a few days ago. Gothic spires towered over naked trees and shrubs, bells rung ominously. The cool, moist air felt saturated with grim intellect and oppressive, stern…

Corn Dogs and Bud on North Myrtle Beach

There are some food pictures on my computer which I refer back to frequently. I open them, drool over them for a few minutes, seriously contemplate setting them as my desktop background, my cover photo, my Linkedin profile picture, finally decide against this and hesitantly close them. Yeah, sure, some of them are of luxury…

I Asked Bourdain a Question

And he answered it. The course of a life is dotted with many mysteries, with certain events concurring in ways that makes one question the existence of coincidences. Back in November when I was visiting my parents in Boston, turkey and stuffing on my mind, my mom got tickets to see Anthony Bourdain present –…