Supreme Court justice Potter Stewart once opined that pornography is tough to define, but "I know it when I see it." I feel the same way about dive bars. Over the last decade, I've covered the bars, beer, and booze beat with a liver-pummeling, coast-to-coast focus. I've imbibed high and low,... Read more
In these frugal times, you might expect restaurants to roll out inexpensive entrées and desserts to woo penny-pinching diners. More meatloaf! Less filet mignon! Some have. While others have stuck to their luxurious guns with dishes that could decimate your bank account in a few forkfuls.
In some... Read more
In the beginning, I took a dive. Rather, I took to dives, spending my early 20s wrapped in the stiff embrace of cheap gin-and-tonics served by bartenders with one foot in the grave, the other ready to kick misbehaving boozers in the kiester.
I adored the low drinking life, marinating in bars with... Read more
Forget Bourbon Street: For one of New Orleans’ finest bars, head uptown to this insanely cheap dump (in the most loveable way) where, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, you can buy a potent mixed drink for a dollar. Want a double? That’ll be an extra dollar, please.
“We cheat tourists and drunks” is one of the slogans at this Seattle legend, where duct tape stabilizes the furniture and the men’s bathroom features a jerry-rigged periscope providing a view of the Space Needle. To sop up the 16-ounce cans of Olympia and 40-ouncers of Olde English, breakfast is... Read more
At this antidote to trendy Miami Beach, the neon-drenched fun runs from 8 a.m. to 5 a.m., featuring plenty of pool, cut-rate drinks, and a crowd that runs the gamut from senior citizens to tattoo artists, trannies, and slumming swells.
While September is usually synonymous with trips to apple orchards and pumpkin patches, this month also signals harvest time for hops, the cone-shaped flowers that impart bitterness and aromatics to beer.
Typically, the moist, sticky hops travel directly from a bine to a kiln, where the hops are... Read more
Rarely do our noses lead us astray. The perfume of ripe peaches is downright narcotic, beckoning us to bite the ambrosial flesh. The pungent odor of expired milk is repulsive, commanding us to send it swirling down a drain.
But occasionally a scent confuses our snouts, perplexes our taste buds.... Read more