Chow, Baby

Putting Money Where the Mouth Is

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Boy, it’s been a long time since we’ve had an installment of “Eateries Near Thrifteries,” the occasional series in which Chow, Baby fuels up at delicious dives before an afternoon digathon through staine...


Vice Squad

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Here in the land of ribs, fajitas, and chicken-fried, Chow, Baby can understand that it’s hard to be a good Lentenite, which may explain why so many people wimp out with lame sacrifices like chocolate, cigarettes, alcohol...



Oooh, Mama, That’s Tasty

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Chow, Baby was very excited a few years back to learn about umami, the “fifth taste,” rounding out salty, sour, sweet, and bitter.


Hey Baby, What’s Your Sign

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The Year of the Rat begins Thursday, and according to Chow, Baby’s extensive knowledge of Chinese astrology (20 minutes each at Wikipedia, astrology.com, and the U.S. Post Office, where Chow, Baby bought a sheet of pretty...



The Empire Strikes Back

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Ooh! Ooh! You’ll never guess who Chow, Baby ran into! Guess! Guess! Here’s a hint: Joaquim “Kim” Gameiro, who used to own the fabulous Portuguese Café up on Boat Club Road!


No Sharing in Heaven

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Of the many, or at least the several, benefits of being in a committed relationship, surely the most vital is being socially approved to eat off each other’s plates.



Faking a Southern Accent

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Boy, who would’ve thought that Chow, Baby’s new expertise on fried green tomatoes would come in handy so soon. Another concurrence: While munching on those yummies at the Whistle Stop Café in Juliette, Ga., a coupl...


Pouty Baby

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With the dollar getting weaker and weaker abroad, Chow, Baby’s research trips are getting shorter and closer to home. No carbonara in Rome or knockwurst in Frankfurt this time; Chow, Baby and its world-traveling companion...



Can’t Touch This

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Writing a weekly column nearly two weeks ahead brings on a jet-lag-like disorientation. This being its first column of 2008, Chow, Baby should be setting out y’all’s resolutions (Eat more indie) and bemoaning its Ne...


Hibachi Botchy

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Chow, Baby was in a great mood Friday night, having just achieved a new high score in a game it maturely calls Hobby Slobby: seeing how much of 30,000 square feet of whimsical craft-crap (little bag of rock debris, $3.67; dried...