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)
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
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
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!
I have been pushing the same green crayon into the (crumb-infested) crack between the worn down carpet and the antique wall with the vacuum attachment for at least two months. … Continue reading Dirty Thirty
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
As I am walking into the grocery store today, a woman on her cell phone cuts me off — with a look. I apparently crowded her space bubble and she … Continue reading My Six Cents: I See Entitled People
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