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We Can Be Gyros Just for a Day
On last month's equinox I was traveling with a friend of mine through the Aegean Sea. Over the 16-hour boat ride we passed hundreds of small islands on our way to a magical cluster of the Greek Isles called the Kiklades. They are all arid and pseudo...
Sidemouth - Ann Romney and I Are Going to Have an Adult Party
I think Ann needs to be humanized. She and I should take summer ecstacy and enjoy the engorged, climaxing fauna of the season, all ripe and abundant and ready to explode with their own sweet juices.
Sidemouth - Bon Apetit, Here's to Nothing
You can call your restaurant “farm-to-table,” but who really cares? If there is not a feeling accompanying the food, how am I supposed to relate to it? Don’t ask me exactly what I mean by this, but I can tell immediately when it's not there.
Sidemouth - Eat a Yin-Yang
I spend a lot of time staring out my window down to the street thinking how hard it was to tell which of the two camps—the mental patients and the remaining artists or the condo dwellers—are more deranged.
Sidemouth - No Regrets for This Coyote
If you are eating alone in your car, calling yourself a loser, I think you will become depressed and fat.
Sidemouth - Screw You, Brunch
Brunch is one of the most consistently disappointing meals. Eggs and bread are cheap. You are getting ripped off.
Sidemouth - Getting Happy as a Clam in New Brunswick
Time to get get all Cousteau up in this business and have myself a zesty little educational ocean adventure of fun.
Sidemouth - Vegetable State of Mind
You don't have to throw on a saffron robe and grab your tambourine, but let's talk about vegetables for a minute.
Sidemouth - Martin Picard Should Be Called Captain Picard
For the launch of his new book he had a massive hedonistic jam of fatty fun including several suckling pigs injected with maple syrup brine and a secret room housing a girl in a beaver skin bra.