What a Concept
Is anyone else noticing the eerily analogous trajectories of The Dive Burger Bar – until a couple of years ago known as The Dive...
A Lying Winter
All I’ve heard anyone talk about for days has been the weather — but I can’t really blame them, given how gorgeous it’s been....
And Dance by the Light of the Moon
As a teenager, Chow, Baby dreamed of being a rock star. Despite having no musical talent, a singing voice that might attract stray cats,...
Widen Your Horizons, Cowboy
Every time my grandmother bites into a good piece of beef, she uses the same line: “This cow must have been in love.” Everybody...
In Plain Sight
Chow, Baby’s boss here –– you know, the one who took her to lunch occasionally. (I can say “her” now that the identity of...
The Impossible Dream
Here’s a paraphrased version of a recent tirade I launched into the moment I decided to compare a vegan burger patty to a real-meat...
Remembrance of Meals Past
Jubilee's back! Jubilee's back! Chow, Baby fondly remembers the old "Heaven on Seventh" incarnation - the crispy-crustiest chicken-fried, the nicest hey-hon waitresses, Ms. Tilly's...
Saturday Night’s All Right for Terra
Usually when old college buddy Joe, a.k.a. Mr. Award-Winning Food Editor of the Washington Post, passes through on his annual holiday Texas tour, Chow,...
Competitive Ordering
Our server kept complimenting everything my co-worker ordered. I was feeling a little competitive because all of my choices were met with polite indifference....
Managing to Please
General managers are the unsung heroes of fancy restaurants. Certainly Chow, Baby has never sung about them. No, Chow, Baby waltzes into a classy...
