Chow, Baby
Yes, You Have No Bananas
Chow, BabyChow, Baby was attempting to satisfy an old craving and instead picked up a new pet peeve.
How ’Bout Dat
Chow, BabyOne look at a soursop-an ugly, green, bumpy, pear-shaped alleged fruit, related to the cherimoya (if that helps you place it)-and the only possible reaction is, “What the hell good could come out of this?” A shake, ...
Faith-Based Dining
Chow, BabyInstead of sweet nothings, Chow, Baby and its squeeze were murmuring reassurances into each other’s ears: “This place has been here for 30 years.
Fish by Steak
Chow, BabyGiven its penchant for holding unfair grudges, Chow, Baby is a little surprised it doesn’t heartily resent the D.C.-based steakhouse Sam & Harry’s for replacing the great local Chisholm Club at the Worthington ...
Loophole D
Chow, BabySo the other morning Chow, Baby gathered its iced coffee and cinnamon toast and prepared to report on the week’s adventures.
Super Control Freaky
Chow, Baby“Knock knock.” “Who’s there?” “Control freak. Now you say, ‘Control freak who?’ “
Hunger, Satisfied
Chow, BabyAs Chow, Baby has been complaining about its lack-of-love life for the last few months, it now feels duty-bound to report that it’s not lonesome tonight. Yes, Sweetie Mach II has entered the building.
Ciao, New Orleans
Chow, BabyThere are greater losses in New Orleans, many and much greater losses, but as an ersatz food writer I figure it’s appropriate for me to mourn the destruction of one of the world’s truly great food cities.
Drown Those Sorrows in Sherry Cream
Chow, BabyChow, Baby has decided to forget its personal problems by throwing itself into its work. (Why, yes, it was the boss’ suggestion.) Since one of those personal problems is that a Texas August seems to last three months, Cho...