Now that I've received my first piece of reader feedback for The Dish, which commented on my "bland reporting" of crepes last month (and other things I won't mention here), I will be sure to make things sound more exciting this month.
Like half the country, I'll be attending an election party on Nov. 4. Since people are saying this is an "important election" (unlike previous elections, which might or might not have been important), it's occurred to me that special food is in order to celebrate the occasion.
Fall is upon us, the time when you hear about even the most notorious workaholics and serial daters settling down, hooking up and/or falling in love. Perhaps it’s simply fear of the cold — what the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders describes as “cryophobia,” an aversion to snow and ice cubes that you don’t want to fight alone.
He doesn't look like Matt Damon, but Tony DeFrancesco could teach the Talented Mr. Ripley a thing or two about playing multiple roles on a Tuesday night in a semi-full restaurant on the Ohio River, all the while dodging the path of a mewing cat in heat.
I know, it's a strange title for a review on a new tapas restaurant, but with martinis such as the French Kiss (topped with creamy pineapple juice and brewing with Stoli Vanilla vodka, Chambord and champagne) I would be remiss if I didn't mention the drinks at
Relish Modern Tapas first.