Boozy Bywater Brunch at Elizabeth’s
Our trip to the “Big Easy” started about four months before we actually touched down in New Orleans—because that’s when we first started telling friends and family that we were planning our trip. Which is…
Kugel Kugel Everywhere
Believe it or not, I remember my bris. I know I was less than a week old when it happened, but it seems strange that any man would forget the day a complete stranger comes…
La Mar Cebicheria & the Test of Time
Just a few weeks ago, Jonathan and I hit our three-year anniversary of living together. I know it’s no biggie, and something hundreds of Americans (ok fine, thousands!) celebrate, or disregard with scorn, every day.…
How the Body Mass Index (BMI) Ruined My Life
I’m not being hyperbolic when I say this, but the BMI has ruined me. And by ruined I mean it’s put me on a perpetual diet. A constant internal struggle to pick and choose between…
I asked about Beignets…Mom asked about his Genitals
At what age is someone allowed to completely smash through the proverbial cinder block wall of appropriateness? I mean, when is it forgivable to just throw away the filter and literally let unadulterated questions and…
Marry me Joel Robuchon!
Coming off the heels of our respective Paris trips, both my brother and I thought we’d keep the Parisian theme going and go big or go home with a crazy expensive meal on our last-chance-before-adulthood…
Park Tavern brunch in North Beach, SF
When Jonathan’s mother comes to visit from DC she let’s our gluttonous fantasies play out, because deep down, although she’s on the Paleolithic diet and only eats foods that the hunter-gatherers did in pre-historic times…
Whale foreskin or omelet…thanks Ina!
Omelets at Café Flore, Paris….DON’T DO IT! With our train leaving for London in just a few hours, I grasped onto the handrails of Paris with white knuckles reluctant to let go. As I’d expected,…