A hat, a skirt and some squash blossoms quesadillas
I was on the hunt for a cowboy hat in San Miguel de Allende’s outdoor market. As my friends and I weaved our…
An anniversary served with fried chicken
Sixty years ago, my dear grandparents were married. A few days before the wedding, my grandfather’s mother wrote a letter to my grandmother’s…
The good, the bad and the puffy tacos
New York City is shaping up to be a terrific taco town. There are taco trucks scattered throughout the five boroughs, with one…
An asparagus sandwich and a new attitude
The small Texas town where I went to college had a surprising bounty of good restaurants despite its size. While I ate the…
Ramping up some gnudi
I don’t have Italian blood flowing through my veins and I have to admit when I was little, my knowledge of that country’s…
Conejo colorado (rabbit stewed in red chile sauce)
I have been a longtime reader of Robb Walsh. Starting when I lived in Austin in the early ’90s and he was the…
Fried catfish with hushpuppies and chipotle dipping sauce
One of the best things about traveling around the United States is the chance to chow on a region’s seafood specialty. For instance,…
Independence and chicken-fried steak
“Only a rank degenerate would drive 1,500 miles across Texas without eating a chicken-fried steak.” —Larry McMurtry It’s been said there are three…
