A Midsummer Night’s Restau-Rant (aka more than a fortnight passed since last I blogged)

On the dawn of my 33rd year on this planet (Saturday, August 6th, otherwise known as my birthday), I worked… a lot. Pre-work, I made myself a cappuccino and got … Continue reading A Midsummer Night’s Restau-Rant (aka more than a fortnight passed since last I blogged)

A Taste of Chaos: The First Bite

Taste of Colorado — or Taste of Chaos as I’ve retroactively titled it — felt like four days of repeatedly lying on a swatch of greasy pavement, letting a tractor full … Continue reading A Taste of Chaos: The First Bite

The School of Nature

It’s all fun and games until somebody pokes an eye out. Or until someone is in an avalanche… but I’m putting the ski before the horse. In the midst of … Continue reading The School of Nature

Mangiamo!

In Italy, the question is not so much “Will I have a coffee?” (the answer is nearly always “yes,” regardless of the time). Instead, it’s “when will I have a … Continue reading Mangiamo!

To Serve and Protect You From Yourself

On this — the eve of The Great Grinding Halt, otherwise called mud season — I feel it appropriate to spit out another rant. We restaurant folk have been caught … Continue reading To Serve and Protect You From Yourself

Back on the Horn

And then there were none. Again, boredom and sweet solitude settled around us like the snow we’ve been lacking all season. The grocery store: a place of zen and miracles, … Continue reading Back on the Horn

Camp Crusty

We in these high, bitter cold mountains were under invasion. From near and very far, an onslaught of people toting rented skis and boards and brand new winter coats descended … Continue reading Camp Crusty