Murphy’s: Go For The Corn, Not The Clink

I can never write about Murphy’s Restaurant in Virginia-Highland without telling this story: Over 30 years ago, I landed at my first meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. The lead-up wasn’t pretty. I was driving hom...

Noodles Longer Than Your Arms

Freshman year in any dormitory is always an adventure. Within 24 hours after my father dumped me at William and Mary, I smoked my first cigarette, drank my first beer, and took my first hit of hashish from a bo...

It’s All Going to Kale

Our attitudes toward many foods are strongly affected by memory. Your mother fed you SpaghettiOs on Sunday afternoons while she let you wear her jewelry, for example, and you still crave the stuff. Perhaps you ...