The restaurant scene of NYC has intimidated me since the first lonely Fung Wah day-trip I took there back in high school. Overstimulated by noises and overwhelmed by options, I couldn’t imagine how even residents could reach a decision on where to go and what to eat in a city that seems to have everything for everyone…
Italian. Lately I’ve been getting into it more. Not red sauce and gravy, chicken parm hoagies or pepperoni ‘zuh or calzones. Not Italian-American, but not because this stuff is any less legitimate than Tuscan pappa al pomodoro or the agnolotti of Piedmont. European Italian, but just because my body can handle the lightness of it better. The dishes invented…
When the wheels grind to a halt on Logan’s airstrip and the seatbelt signs go blank, a numbness comes over me. Should I check in as “home” or not? Am I enthusiastic or anxious? Each trip to Boston comes with its own unique ratio of good things to bad things, a mixed bag of past…
A few months back a friend of mine introduced me, in passing, to Bayou Bakery at Courthouse in Arlington. We popped in for a few breakfast beignets and returned later the same day for a crawfish cookout and some NOLA-style Creamsickle flavored sno-balls on a hot summer day. Despite my very narrow perspective on the…
I have stayed away from Georgetown since I’ve moved to DC for 2 main reasons. The first is the relatively limited access to the neighborhood for those who don’t drive (and, since it’s impossible to park, I guess for those who do too). The second is the reputation it holds of being stodgy and anachronistic…
After roughly three years of writing about food I have arrived at my 300th post published on this thing called MyAmusedBouche. And while I am not generally the sentimental type when it comes to benchmarks or anniversaries, I did spend some time thinking about a post to make this special. At any given time I…
Autumn is a time of change. Green leaves yellow, the time clock rolls forward and my preferences shift just as naturally. As comfort starts to outweigh elegance, a steaming bowl of something substantial starts to look far more appealing than a million dainty small-plates perked up with micro-garnish. It seems Daikaya, the popular double agent ramenya-izakaya…
Sourdough and sausage stuffing, roasted beets and pearl onions, my mother’s crispy spinakopita defined my most recent visit to Boston. I wasn’t really looking to review new restaurants or to write anything at all, really. I wanted to enjoy food as sustenance and familiar love expressed through flavor instead of searching for words to describe…
One reason I love when friends visit me in D.C. is that it gives me an excuse to get away from work, venture out on foot and explore the city, treding paths that would normally be out of the way and, consequentially, ignored. I had this opportunity again recently, when a friend from Boston was…
Last week I attended a preview party for the newest member of Jeff Black’s Black Restaurant Group, Republic. The restaurant will soon become a Takoma Park landmark, providing residents with a casual-chic venue to enjoy as their own. The name “Republic” itself hints at the neighborhood’s nickname, “The People’s Republic of Takoma Park.” In line with…
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