The Hand That Feeds
I’m sitting alone at a two-top in a place called Oliver’s Sandwiches in Milton. There’s a phone ringing off the hook with pickup orders and… Continue reading
The Hand That Feeds
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 terrified. I used to sit… Continue reading
The Hand That Feeds
One-Hit Wonder: a performer, group, etc., that is popular or successful only once for a brief time. – Merriam Webster’s collegiate dictionary, www.merriam-webster.com The ramen… Continue reading
The Hand That Feeds
I don’t really write bad reviews. It’s not that I don’t eat bad meals, because, I most certainly do. And it’s not that I write… Continue reading
The Hand That Feeds
Seoul Restaurant is a hidden gem in Federal Way.
The Hand That Feeds
“I’ve been in here three days in a row.” The man speaking is wearing roofer’s boots. A hammer hangs in a loop on his jeans.… Continue reading
The smell of my mother’s baked goods would draw kids in off the street like the living dead, single basketball rolling off into the gutter,… Continue reading
People who like food and people who love food are divided not by means or geography, but by decisions. I’ve served shepherd’s pie at a… Continue reading
Push your way through doors of Dae Bak Wang Mandoo on any given day, and you’ll find Jimmy Chin in the kitchen, working. Not “working”… Continue reading
Growing up in Southern California, winter was just a word you put in front of “sports” and it meant you were going to have to… Continue reading
It’s taken me awhile to get to East India Grill. Not because I wasn’t aware of it or because I didn’t think the food was… Continue reading
There is a knife in my hand, fingers poised on the tang of it, blade winking in the lights over my sink. Sleet sniggers against… Continue reading
I leaned up against the sushi bar at Koharu, watching Chef Suyma’s hands move with professional deftness across cuts of fish like a veteran poker… Continue reading
“What would you like to drink?” the waiter said, standing at the end of the table with a notepad, pen poised to scribble and all… Continue reading
There is a man screaming “goooooal” on the television, which is accurate. Ever since that kid came in for a slide tackle and knocked the… Continue reading
There are no true cooking wunderkinds. No one wanders into a kitchen in their footie pajamas and just knows, in their bones, the secret to… Continue reading
There are some doors that just draw us through them — counters that pull us to them
