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 ...

RIP Anthony Bourdain: Eat Cheap, Be Strange

Anthony Bourdain shocked the world when he hung himself a few weeks back. But fame, money, and brilliance — nothing, in fact — is a match for the curse of clinical depression. When it carries you to its darkest...

Eating My Words: Stonewall: From Full Guts to Glory

The Stonewall Rebellion was one of at least six remarkable events in 1969. This week, I’m pairing those events with dining advice.Let’s start with man’s first walk on the moon. I remember sitting with my pa...

Hunger, homelessness and death on Cheshire Bridge Road

James was in the parking lot. He looked very sick. “You’ve got to get help,” I said. He told me he had nothing to eat and that drugs were devouring him. “What can I do?” (Check out Cliff's latest on the encounter with one of Atlanta's many displaced LGBTQ youth.)