John Currin, Thanksgiving, 2003 I’ve volunteered to do Thanksgiving again this year, complete with Heritage bird, and though there’s a part of me that really gets off on shoving my butter-coated fist into a turkey cavity this isn’t a job I’d really wish on anybody. It’s just too messy, too…
Photo by John Mariani December’s Food & Wine Magazine gives a shout-out to Miami chef Michael Schwartz and the Design District in a recipe-laden article by Victoria Pesce Elliot. Elliot credits Schwartz, who opened Michael’s Genuine Food & Drink last year, with aiding and abetting a Design District Renaissance –…
For those of you who’ve been waiting to grub out at chef Toby Joseph’s new Bova Prime, your moment has arrived. Bova is still operating under its old marquee — it was Riley McDermott’s, and so it shall remain for a week or three — but the menu is all…
Do they really spit in your pasta? I’ve just finished reading Steve Dublanica’s new bestseller, Waiter Rant. Dublanica made his name by blogging about his experiences at an unnamed, upscale Italian bistro in Manhattan, apparently to the delight of a million readers — the site was such a success he…
Teaching an old town new tricks? It looks like the island of Palm Beach is going to try to shake its image as the most boring resort city on the planet. I don’t know what happened — when I was a teenager the island was fun: We actually had a…
Tis the season, so I thought I’d share my own recipe for deep fried tarantula, in case anybody out there wants to serve them at tomorrow night’s Halloween party. Usually I try to allocate one tarantula per guest, so you’ll have to adjust the recipe depending on how many diners…
There’s nothing like a dame, particularly if the dame cooks good. And no dame cooks as good as Les Dames d’Escoffier, an international group devoted to supporting and mentoring women in the culinary professions. The new cookbook Les Dames have just published was almost enough to make me get off…
Getting ready for a slooooow night. I managed to get the world’s worst photos of the lovely Navajo Churro lamb dinner hosted by Slow Food Miami on Wednesday night at the Standard Hotel, so I’ll have to rely on whatever powers of description I have left. The dinner was one…
Fruit and veg, for display only The pretty display of fruits and veg courtesy of La Reina supermarkets was the only healthy food you were gonna get a look at Saturday at Lake Worth’s Hispanic Fest. Otherwise the groove was decidedly meat-centric…
We have more reason than ever to get our drunk on this weekend, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do it with a little class. Josef’s in Plantation, New Times’ favorite Austro-Italian restaurant, debuts its Friday night wine flights this evening, with tastings of Austrian, Spanish, and Italian wines and…
Rat: It’s What’s For Dinner From today forward, whenever I’m worrying about the questionable sanitation practices of my local restaurants and fast food chains, I’ll only have to remember today’s breaking story of the Wolverhampton Pappu Sweet Center. The owner was discovered by police broiling up some kebabs while the…
The illusion of plenitude, at least We’ve got a breeze. Hurricane season’s almost over. And the Greenmarkets are opening again. It’s everybody’s favorite time of year, and starting this Saturday we’ll be getting used to the quaint sight of folks tottling along our streets with a loaf of bread under…
“Baaa…the chef will prepare me four ways.” The Slow Food event of the season is coming up at the Miami Standard Hotel’s Lido restaurant on October 22nd, when Lido chef Mark Zeitouni wows locavores with a menu focused on Navajo Churro lamb courtesy of the Navajo Churro Sheep Association…
[The curious Mayport shrimp A friend called yesterday and said he had a delivery of “head-on Mayport shrimp” for me — was I gonna be home? I’ll tell you I hardly knew how to comport myself all day until he finally arrived about 7 p.m. lugging a cooler full of…
Too cool. Just received in the mail a book called The Flavor Bible, and although I’ve only perused the first few pages I’m already hooked. There’s a big part of me that’s totally a list person, so I love the way authors Karen Page and Andrew Dornenburg go about breaking…
That, folks, was a “raisin sausage,” a delicacy evidently delightful to Turkish people. Basically this magic wand is fashioned out of walnuts encased in a jellylike substance made from grape juice. Although purported to be aphrodesiac, I used mine as a fly trap: simply hang in a sunny window and…
Thatsa bruciata! I don’t usually approve of chains, but Anthony’s Coal Fired Pizza is definitely one of the good guys: Born in SoFla, where not long ago you couldn’t get a decent slice of pie to save your soul, Anthony’s has recently managed to put a coal fire pizza joint…
The hippest little wine bar in this wicked little town. The Grateful Garden has been flitting around like a psychedelic butterfly for the last couple of years in search of a permanent home. Gayle Coursol and friends have been trying to get this market/cafe/meeting place/music venue/spiritual retreat a place large…
A peripatetic friend of mine brought me this amazing, rumored-to-be edible item recently. The label clearly states that it is “Aphrodisiac,” which would be very exciting if I could bring myself to try even the tiniest bite of it. The package label does assure us of the snack’s healthful qualities:…
There’s some seriously saucy Sunday shenanigans coming our way in the form of the American Institute of Wine and Food’s Annual Rib Cook-off, scheduled for Sunday, October 12 at 4 p.m.. Local students from Florida Culinary, Johnson and Wales, The Art Institute of FTL, Cordon Bleu, and Florida International are…
Flirting for Foodies with the Gourmet Club I’m not usually one for singles events, particularly because I’m married, but these Singles Dinner and Dancing parties put on by the Gourmet Club look pretty damned posh. They’ve been holding them at the Addison, Cafe Maxx, and Pranzo — the next one…
The simple art of boozing at The Field. God, we’re sick of martinis. September was a martini month. Maybe it was an instinctive reaction to the credit crisis; maybe some eternally blotto neuron in our brains forced us to drain our checking accounts while the draining was good, and re-invest…
