Like Sinatra during JFK's 1960 presidential campaign, I had high hopes when I visited Porkopolis Tavern and Grill in Mount Adams. The Grill -- the site of the original Rookwood Pottery building and
One of my favorite food fantasies involves a movie theater, a thunderstorm and a plate of steaming pasta. The camera zooms in on our happy couple as they trip out of a matinee. The clouds break ope
Remember when you were a kid and you'd order a hamburger when the family went out for Chinese? And when you finally started eating Chinese food, it was always covered in sweet and sour sauce? Oh, w
While walking through my Northside neighborhood recently, a shiny new storefront caught my eye. "Hey," I said suspiciously to no one in particular, "that looks like a restaurant." Pushing open the
Something about a white tablecloth makes a girl feel like a lady. Even if the lady in question does happen to emboss the linen with red imprints from her glass of Sangiovese ($9). At Barresi's Ital
The name of the restaurant, Wild Ginger, conjures up visions of pungent, spicy Asian flavors (and perhaps also redheads on deserted islands). The décor of the Asian bistro, on the other hand,
There we were, a chef's worst nightmare -- a diabetic, a lactose-intolerant celiac and a vegetarian. I wondered how this little experiment in restricted diets would work. But as I salivated past th
I entered Kaldi's on the eve of its official re-opening with one burning question in mind: Would the books still be there? For me, it wouldn't be the same if the books were gone -- their presence w
I'll never cut it as an urban farmer, I tell myself as I survey the dying tomato plants in my side yard. Even with Appalachian blood coursing through my veins, I'll never have a cardboard box o
I don't do fast food -- unless, it's Greek. Replace the words Big Boy with gyro and tartar sauce with tzatziki, and I'm willing to stand in line. Which is a good thing, because at MYTHOS (Aronoff C