It was a cold Thanksgiving day in St. Paul, Minn., but we persevered. We ignored all the deep frying scare-tactics broadcast by local television news, repeated clips of big fryers producing six-foot flames, engulfing patio furniture, decks, and inevitably the…
Barbarians in the kitchen
What do you get when you combine two bitter writer/editors, 10 university academics and a junior high school art teacher with two cases of wine, beer and a large deep-fryer on Thanksgiving? Stay tuned, gentle reader…
Snap! to it
Open for about two and a half weeks, Snap! (which is owned by the same fella who owns the Pop! restaurant just a couple doors down on Johnson Street—no word on whether a Crackle! is in the works) offers up…
Lebanese lunch salvation
By Harold Is Emily a common Lebanese name? I sure as hell don’t know, but the thought crossed my mind as Lewis and I sat upstairs in the crowded Emily’s Lebanese Deli, so beat down from another week of soul-crushing…
Vegan for a meal
Life as a vegan. I can’t comprehend it. Life as a raw vegan I comprehend even less. But I’m game to try, at least for one meal, so there I was at the Ecopolitan in Minneapolis which serves nothing but…