Ask “Why?”: Russell Davis (Spike TV’s “Bar Rescue”)

If you don’t ask, you don’t get. This principle is probably the most basic and straight-forward introduction to philosophy

What You Think You Become: What Chef Brad Mathews Taught Me

If you have friends you text random questions to with absolutely no surrounding context at random hours of

Eat It, Live It, Breathe It: A Conversation with Bar Pintxo’s James Martinez

James Martinez strolls out of the kitchen in typical form – fitted baseball hat worn backward, prep container

Be Here Now, Or How Kettle Chips are Super Deep

Someone had scrawled a long paragraph down most of the bottom half of the stall door. Two phrases

Off the Menu Podcast: The One Where Ryan Drinks

    Have you ever consumed a strong vodka cocktail so quickly that you rendered yourself incapable of doing basic math? I have. It was for a special occasion, though. Ryan is drinking again after a 109-day cleanse, and Jake, Junior, and I are eager to celebrate the occasion. You’re going to hear us clink

Off the Menu Podcast: James Beard Would Have Liked WeHo

    Two new voices in this “Off the Menu”: Kelly, the Pop Tart Queen and Andrew, the

Toast Is In Season

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Props, Mr. Dickens, a more accurate turn-of-phrase

Fifty Shades of Salad: #30 Buttermilk-Goat Cheese Dressing

Everyone around me seems to be giving up meat and alcohol until Easter. This leaves me with a seemingly endless

Off the Menu Podcast: Hola.

    National Tortilla Chip Day was yesterday, and we’re celebrating by having a debate about red vs.

Gee, Vocal Chords. You Suck. : A Miso Soup Re-Run

Dear Vocal Chords, you’ve got to understand where I’m coming from. Your decision to go on strike is getting a bit out-of-hand. If it’s about indulging in dairy products or consuming alcohol, we can discuss other options besides a complete shut-out. I feel like it’s the 90s and any minute now, Ashton Kutcher is going to

Stirring Up Memories

It’s some point in the mid-90s, and I’m in elementary school. There is a two-tier black footstool in the kitchen, which I use to stand at the counter next to my mother while she cooks. Tonight, we’re having breakfast for dinner. I drag the stool over to the counter to “help.” I am still young

What’s the Deal with Spam?

We do not eat Spam. We eat fast food burgers and hot dogs from street carts at 2:00 AM, but we do not eat Spam. Spam is for weirdos…..what’s it made out of, anyway? Eating Spam would destroy my reputation. What if I told you Spam is delicious? First, open the can….you don’t even need