Chow, Baby
Beyond Lederhosen
Chow, BabyMy introduction to all things German was at Edelweiss German Restaurant (3801 Southwest Blvd.) when I was a kid. My memory of the place was that of a German theme park, with an oompah band decked out in lederhosen and dirndls a...
The Lowdown
Chow, BabyIt’s funny how much a name matters. Would anyone have boogied to the Beach Boys if they’d stuck to the original name, The Pendletones? Would every lame cover band in the world know “Stairway to Heaven,” had Brit rockers...
Just the (Food) Facts, Ma’am
Chow, BabyChow, Baby eschews “hard news.” Corruption, exposés, and who-shot-John are usually the province of my more flinty-eyed colleagues. Chow, Baby gets flinty only about things like poor service and boring cheese plates. So whe...
Signs of Civilization
Chow, BabyIs there anything more agonizing than dating? If you younglings think I’m talking about your pimply dramas, fuggetaboutit. I’m referring to the cold, cruel world of being a food-addicted, neurotic writer on the wrong side o...
Widen Your Horizons, Cowboy
Chow, BabyEvery time my grandmother bites into a good piece of beef, she uses the same line: “This cow must have been in love.” Everybody laughs except my grandfather, who’s heard it way too many times, and me, because it makes me ...
Back to the Pasta
Chow, BabyI got a little back-to-the-future jolt when I walked into Aventino’s Risorante for a recent weekday lunch. I thought maybe my DeLorean had hit 88 mph, and I had messed up something in the past that changed the present. Fortun...
Haute Cuisine Worthy of Haute Prices
Chow, BabyChow, Baby wasn’t born with a silver spoon in its mouth, which is just so wrong. Many were the nights that young Chow, Baby cried itself to sleep because Chow, Mère refused to put a white tablecloth on the high-chair tray (m...
Toast Points: Eat Early, Healthy, and Away
Chow, BabyEvery year around this time, I convince myself that this is going to be the year when I get in shape, finish that novel I never started, and do a few other things that I’ll likely put on the back-burner again. Following up on...
Bless This Lasagna
Chow, BabyA few months ago, I wrote a column about locations that are restaurant sinkholes — places where, for unknown reasons, restaurants go to die (Lift the Spell: Eat at Tie’s, Aug. 31). One glaring omission on that list was 400 ...
On Foot for Food
Chow, BabyChow, Baby is not good at maintaining automobiles. I often wish I had a grown-up around to nag me about things like getting my oil changed and my tires rotated. So it wasn’t that big of a surprise when my car broke down the o...