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I’m all lost in the CVS pharmacy, can’t shop happily.
It’s easier to boycott or cut back on Amazon if you live in NYC.
The black sheep of the worst bird family in Massachusetts continues his odyssey away from home.
The more we commodify the past, hoarding goods and stockpiling counterfeit articles of goodness, the less serious we become.
Monica reminisces about past romantic meals in restaurants, and suspects Rooster (or “they”) have hidden cameras and microphones around the barn, but specifically her wing (heh).
Imprisoned in a shack on the Quibbits estate, Bennington contemplates an economic and political “close down” as the only way forward for himself—and the world.
Eat a gummy, or drop a tincture, and catch a vibe.
Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head, more than any other toy, have always been directly concerned with the deconstruction of gender codes and signs.
The 1990s were comfortable and free—so much so that I (a bird) went into a Manhattan McDonald’s for lunch one clear spring day.
PETA, as always, can kiss my ass.
It's harder to get seated there than almost any other restaurant in America.
An interview with Paul Shapiro, author of Clean Meat: How Growing Meat Without Animals Will Revolutionize Dinner and the World.
Girl Scout cookies have been around for a long time.
His memoir, Eat a Peach, is a story of simultaneous success and failure.
It remains to be seen whether it’s healthy to go without meat.
Japan has some of the greatest cuisine in the world.
The friend of mine whose wedding I went to in Maine in 2019 had his wife give him haircuts during the shutdown using scissors.
It took several years of weed-free living to understand the power it had over me.
“Flattening the curve” has destroyed the restaurant economy.
That's not his goal, but he's making the best culinary television today.
The American version of the pro game is back.
Listen to the long gone screen legend give a stern lesson on how to best present food (it's really quite complicated!)
An all too brief once-over of the superstore that used to take up an entire city block on Park Row in Manhattan.
