The blossoms are out, the pollen has dusted my car and the driveway and every other level surface with a thin golden layer . . . it's almost time for this:
I just finished up an assignment for the City Paper that involved eating barbecue for at least one meal on six (SIX!) consecutive days. I never thought I'd say it, but a crispy green salad is starting to sound really, really good . . . unless I contrive an excuse for some more, um, "fact checking" around noon tomorrow and make it a solid week of hickory-smoked pork.
My cardiologist loves me.
In my recent post on the origin of the term “package store,” I mentioned that in South Carolina liquor stores are often called “red dot ...
In various parts of the country, retail stores that sell liquor are called by all sorts of different names. When they need a bottle of whis...
Check out these pics from the Boston Globe of the barbecue sandwiches at the Beantown barbecue joint called Tremont 467. Then, head ove...