Corn Dog: The Beef Wellington of Common Folks, On a Stick
So is it really foodie sacrilege to compare the vaunted Beef Wellington to the humble corn dog? Not historically, at least.
So is it really foodie sacrilege to compare the vaunted Beef Wellington to the humble corn dog? Not historically, at least.
I’m going back and trying to figure out when I learned to cook.
French Dips, like most things that claim to be French, aren’t French at all. And like most things that claim to be sandwiches, their origin story is shrouded
My special little diner that I enjoyed from the mid-90’s to now is going away. Sigh.
We sat down with a Popeye’s Spicy in one hand and a Chik-fil-A Spicy in the other and did some comparing.
Billy Joel, a Nebraskan plumber in Alaska, and why you should never joke about ranch dressing at an Italian restaurant
I just got back from a late summer vacation. It was a great trip. My wife and I are creatures of habit. We go to the same beach once or twice a year. Occasionally...
How, in the year of our Lord 2019, can Kentucky Fried Chicken’s biscuits be so god-awful horrible.For shame. What would Harland think?
Symposium: We ate the pizza with “Ooohs!” and “Aaaahs!” as we took bites that burned our mouth, all while snow hit us in the face, blowing sideways.
Chef Boyardee meant home and mom’s cooking and family being together. It WAS one of the Good Things, in a childhood that had a number of Bad Things in it for me.
Symposium: The pepperoni was in small round slices, maybe slightly larger than a quarter. You know, the kind that, when cooked, curls up at the edges and makes a crispy little cup of grease.
Forget about New York or Chicago. Detroit-style pizza is best. It’s nearly impossible to mess up, and it’s very good if done well.
Our life is an 80-year long game of telephone we play with ourselves.
Symposium: Pineapple on pizza isn’t just wrong, it’s an Abomination in The Eyes of The Lord. It says so in the Bible. Right there in Two Corinthians.
Symposium: Hmm. I like tuna. I like pizza. I’m already experimenting – so why not?
So, why was I standing in a gas station convenience store next to the hot pizza slices promising never to eat pizza again?