steak posts
by Jessica Festa (RSS feed) (4 months ago)
Oct 14th, 2011 at 1:00PM: While fast food often gets a bad rep, you can't expect to eat all of your meals sitting in down in slow food restaurants. And, when traveling abroad, you will sometimes find that fast food doesn't always necessarily mean greasy fries and fattening burgers. Travelers can make their quick dining experiences worthwhile by visiting these five delicious and budget-friendly fast food restaurants, ...
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) (2 years ago)
Nov 16th, 2009 at 1:00PM: I lost my meat today. It's gone. Don't mourn its loss. No, this is no time for sorrow. When a man's meat is pilfered by a no-good poacher, well, that there's a time for revenge. Time spent cryin' is time spent dyin'. That's what my grandpappy used to say. He was shot in the head while cryin'. Damn shame. But back to my meat. I reckon my neighbor done gone and pilfered it. I can't be having meat ...
by Tom Johansmeyer (RSS feed) (2 years ago)
Oct 20th, 2009 at 12:30PM: Manhattan has a lot of great parks – but a handful tends to hog all the attention. Central Park is what it is; there's just now way to compare it to anything else. Bryant Park has live performances and exhibitions (not to mention a starring role in Fashion Week) and is only a block from Times Square. And, there are others that would come to mind before you work your way down the list to one ...
by Abha Malpani (RSS feed) (4 years ago)
Dec 18th, 2007 at 4:30PM: Since 2005, a Philadelphia based cheese-steak bistro owner has been defending a signpost in his shop that said: "This is America, please order in English." Not surprisingly, he was taken to court on grounds of discrimination, equating it to derogatory signs like "Whites Only". No ruling has been given yet. I wrote a post earlier about how surprising I found it that people barely speak English in a ...
by Erik Olsen (RSS feed) (5 years ago)
Apr 13th, 2006 at 4:43PM: Years ago when I was making my way with a backpack through Argentina, I
made a stop along the road in a dusty little town whose name escapes me. I took a short stroll through the town's
streets, which took a mere minute or so, and dropped into a run-down, uninviting-looking restaurant on a lonely corner.
When the waiter asked what I wanted, my first inclination was to have the roast chicken. That ...