

London Calling
Okay okay, I know I'm the worst blogger ever but it was finals week in Spain too so cut me some slack. Anyway, now I'm going to fill you...


I Went to Barcelona...
...and all you got was this fantastic blog post. Sorry for the silence kids, it's been a hectic weekend. And by hectic I mean trying to...


Ciao Down
So sorry for the minor blogging hiatus, I was in Milan for the long weekend sans internet access. And honestly, I did not do as much...


Ouch, Charlie
This is not technically a restaurant review. This is more of an ode to one of the greatest restaurants that Chicago has ever seen, one...
A Ribligious Experience
I love ribs. The kind that are slowly smoked, lovingly basted in gooey barbecue sauce and, by the time they get to my plate, falling off...


Red, White and Blah
It's always bothered me that American "cuisine" is either deep fat-fried, stolen in part from some other country (I'm looking at you...


It's Not Easy Being Nice
Ed. note: If you're looking for my typical snarky opinions in this review of The Paramount, stop looking. I actually have good things to...
PSA (Popsicle Service Announcement)
In the spirit of procrastination, I would like to make a brief statement and bestow my blessings on a certain snack food that one of...
Material Girl
Anyone who knows me knows that, on a scale from 1 to high-maintenance, I hover somewhere around a 6. I don't drink from water fountains....
I know you can be overwhelmed, and I know you can be underwhelmed...
...but can you ever be just, like, whelmed? I think you can at Assaggio. This restaurant, set in Boston's version of Little Italy called...