Slabs of pork, full ducks turning lazily on their hooks, glistening in the glow of a heat lamp.
As a writer, I’ve always been drawn to things that tell a story.
Picture neon lights and the pressing closeness of night. Picture different words in different mouths. Out late on the streets…
I’m sitting alone at a two-top in a place called Oliver’s Sandwiches in Milton.
Welcome to the new Cold War. The finger-hovering-over-a-button, lower-your-kids-into-the-sewer, hashtag-total-annihilation, days in which no one is safe and everyone is…
One-Hit Wonder: a performer, group, etc., that is popular or successful only once for a brief time. – Merriam Webster’s…
I don’t really write bad reviews. It’s not that I don’t eat bad meals, because, I most certainly do. And…
Seoul Restaurant is a hidden gem in Federal Way.
“I’ve been in here three days in a row.” The man speaking is wearing roofer’s boots. A hammer hangs in…
The smell of my mother’s baked goods would draw kids in off the street like the living dead, single basketball…
People who like food and people who love food are divided not by means or geography, but by decisions.
Push your way through doors of Dae Bak Wang Mandoo on any given day, and you’ll find Jimmy Chin in…
Growing up in Southern California, winter was just a word you put in front of “sports” and it meant you…
It’s taken me awhile to get to East India Grill. Not because I wasn’t aware of it or because I…
There is a knife in my hand, fingers poised on the tang of it, blade winking in the lights over…
I leaned up against the sushi bar at Koharu, watching Chef Suyma’s hands move with professional deftness across cuts of…
“What would you like to drink?” the waiter said, standing at the end of the table with a notepad, pen…
There is a man screaming “goooooal” on the television, which is accurate. Ever since that kid came in for a…
There are no true cooking wunderkinds.
There are some doors that just draw us through them — counters that pull us to them
