Blogs: Salivation Army

Thanks to the anonymous commenter who alerted us with this comment: “Due to the poor economy and dwindling visitors, Oyaji’s has closed down. But to drown your sorrows, it has been replaced by a liquor store. Orlando has lost one of the few privately-owned restaurants that actually brought charm to this named-branded mega-suburbia.” We...
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Well, not really. But I am on vacation, so updates will be infrequent — or infrequenter than usual. Don’t worry, if I get around to blasting batter (and I do mean making spray pancakes), I’ll be sure to post video. (and apologies if this is formatted strangely — our blog software doesn’t play nice...
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“Oh, no. I’ve just spent $33 on a pound of Roquefort Vieux Berger and I’m afraid it will smell up my refrigerator! What am I going to do?”  Pop out a sawbuck and wrap it up, spendy. “But, cheese paper? Heavens to Betsy, I wouldn’t know how to operate a thing like that …”...
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OK, best food product of the year? *Aerosol pancakes … aka Batter Blaster. (And be sure your volume’s turned way up when you click that link.) For reals. Not kidding. Believe it. Snicker immaturely along with me as we read the lily-gilding directions on the can: “Just blast batter into a skillet or waffle...
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Although I attended a perfectly nice family Thanksgiving to which I was generously invited by a friend (thanks, Plotkins!), I did break down and roast my own turkey (a breast only) yesterday. So now I have the leftovers I was pouting about not getting! And oddly enough, this is the first year I remember...
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I’m not the only one who gets a little grumpy about Thanksgiving: see Slate’s article, “Why Food Writers Secretly Hate Thanksgiving” and yesterday’s Grub Street entry, “Thanksgiving: We’re Already Over It.”But this Thanksgiving album of shots from the legendary Magnum Photos makes my day. (Below, that post-turkey daze.) Enjoy.
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OK, you know what? Thanksgiving pisses me off. I know I’m not the first person to grumble about familial obligations on the holidays — and don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of things to give thanks for — it’s just that the whole dance of relatives/dietary restrictions/travel logistics is so exhausting, and, well...
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You ever get that balky feeling when someone just assumes you must love something? Where even if they’re right, it’s irksome to be so predictable, so you just resist the pigeonhole, no matter what? Like, “Oh, you’re an English major … you must want to be an English teacher!” Well, no. Or, “You love...
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Daily Grind, the spacious coffee spot between Citrus and Shin Sushi on Orange Avenue, has closed. (Actually it closed about a month ago — I saw the boxes piling up inside but hoped it was just a really large inventory project until I saw the “For Rent” sign last week.) 310 Lakeside, sister to...
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The rock-star mayor of Newark wants to “luxuriate in the racial deliciousness of America” — you’ve gotta love that. I totally admire him (check out Street Fight, a documentary about his 2002 election, if you can — it’s riveting), but someone needs to get him to stop using the word “delicious” in interviews. On...
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