Wailing Wall
Praying before the Wall seemed an appropriate first step in preparing for Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement (this year beginning at sunset...
God’s Chosen Cuisine
A friend and I were leaving Szechuan Chinese Restaurant on Locke Avenue recently, when, just out of curiosity, I asked the helpful man working...
Heim Barbecue: You on the List?
I felt like a twentysomething hipster about to be allowed into an exclusive nightclub for the first time. Don’t get me wrong. I felt...
Po’ Boy Mania
I don’t understand crazes. Why do some foods take a cult-like hold of people while other, just-as-good-dishes are relegated to also-rans of area menus?...
Maybe It Tastes Better at Closing Time
Puffed-up press releases are like a drunk in a bar telling you how hot you are - sure, the source is suspect, but you...
Any Way You Slice It
One of Chow, Baby’s valiant attempts to impose order on the food universe is its gyros classification system. It’s pretty straightforward: Class A is...
Shadows and Mirrors
Chow, Baby's psychotherapist father did his children a great disservice by teaching us, early on, about Jung's shadow theory.
Being five at the time,...
Bacon: Enough Already
Before I get too far into this post, I'd like to make it clear that I really like bacon. It's delicious, fatty, versatile, and...
Resolution: Avoid Mount Everest
My New Year’s resolution isn’t going well so far. The plan was to stop eating like a stoned teenager and get my lazy bones...
You Don’t Know Goat
Last week, Chow, Baby promised to keep boring you with vacation slides of its latest international research trip, this time to the Caribbean coast...
