'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring unless you count my 11-year-old son and 6-month-old daughter, both of whom were stirring quite a bit. I am not aware of any mice. My…
I am not a fan of Cook's Illustrated. I don't harbor the same sort of passionate dislike I do for certain Food Network personalities, but the tone of many articles in the magazine irks me. Take the premise for a…
Hello, my friends. With the holiday season upon us, I hope your preparations are well underway (which my wife tells me is two words, unless it's being used in the naval sense, so I'm using it in the naval sense,…
I try not to repeat myself in this column. Because restaurants of note keep opening in New Orleans at a rapid pace, I certainly don't have to. That means, however, that I don't get to return to my favorite restaurants…