Eating My Words: My one-week food diary

People always ask me what I like to eat. “Nothing special,” I always say. Here’s the evidence. Monday: Breakfast is a chocolate-mint protein bar that makes me gag. I wash it down with lemon-ginger tea. I rar...

Eating my words: Inspired Bangladeshi food at Purnima

Surely the most colossally stupid thing issuing from the toilet formerly known as the White House these days is the vilification of immigrants. It’s stupid because we have always been a nation of immigrants. It...

Cliff Bostock: Tea time at Tipple

Perhaps you remember the Roman Lily Café, which opened on Highland Avenue in 1997 and closed 10 years later. Owner-chef Calavino Donati was a pioneer. Besides opening one of the first businesses in th...

Cliff Bostock: Krog Street Market musings

“Holy crap!” I announced, “I just spent nearly $30 in a food court.” “Yeah, well, I just spent $21,” my friend Frank said, pointing at his sandwich and fries. It was Friday night. We were taking our seats...