Posts Tagged ‘Uptown Restaurants’
Pizzaiola – Making pizza in the queen city
Pizzaiolo – n. Italian for a male artisan pizza chef who specializes in the perfection of the crust, the secret ingredient to an outstanding pizza. This elusive and exclusive group obtains their titles from nearly a lifetime of experience, earning respect from their peers. f. pizzaiola pl. pizzaiolos/pizzaiolas....
March 5th, 2010 | Current Issue, Featured | Read More
Work – Madness in the Melting Pot
Although I adore breakfast food, I rarely eat an actual breakfast. In the morning I crave only the most inelegant, unappealing pairing a culinarian could ever conjure: coffee and cigarettes. Until my smoker’s rights have been finally annihilated, I will continue savoring them both in respectable quantities.
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January 8th, 2010 | September 2009 | Read More
Satisfied at Mueller’s Sandwich Shop
“Restaurant,” both the idea and the word, is French in origin. The word is a derivative of the French verb “restaurer,” which means to restore. To restore, by definition, is to renew, to bring into existence or to return to a previous and better state. Taken literally, the true purpose of a restaurant...
January 5th, 2010 | Current Issue | Read More
Toilet Tipping
You’re out partying somewhere in the QC, and the inevitable occurs – it’s time to break the seal. Making your way through the crowd, you enter the bathroom and hope the line goes quickly so you can get back to your night. You finish your business, come out to wash your hands, and before you can...
December 2nd, 2009 | December 2009 | Read More
Christmas Party Horror
The holidays are upon us, a time for giving a little more, eating a little more, celebrating a little more … and for some of us, making just a little more of an ass out of ourselves. As the Corporate Holiday Party season approaches, let’s take a moment to observe some of the oh-so professional...
December 1st, 2009 | Current Issue | Read More
A Symphony in Food
It’s 7 a.m. and my alarm clock is ringing – screaming, “Get up, get up.” I hit it once, go back to dreaming. Two scenes later and it’s at it again. I can’t win. I bite the bullet, pull it together and sit up. I sit still for just a moment, collect my thoughts and thank my God for another...
November 9th, 2009 | November 2009 | Read More




