March 20, 2013 |
Another day, another life-changing Rashomon. The scene set by the new Megan Mostyn-Brown play The Bends presents a typical collection of 30-ish professionals in middle-class Chicago, eating conventional guacamole - but with hugely different recollections of a seismic event that sent them careening away from each other. For all its nonthreatening surfaces, the story unfolding at Saturday's Flashpoint Theatre Company opening is a serious descendant of The Visit (successful woman returns home where men have done her wrong)
March 29, 2012
Food : Tacos and burritos for breakfast, lunch and dinner from local dude Tom McCusker. Find it: He started with wheels, but nowadays McCusker has a shop at 261 S. 44th St., open daily. Look for: Starting April 21, his original, psychedelic, skull-painted truck will reappear weekends at Clark Park Farmer's Market, 43rd Street and Baltimore Avenue. Around for : As of April 1, three years. Eat: Breakfast tacos made him famous, and justifiably so. Made with potatoes, eggs, cheese and homemade guacamole, they're slightly addictive.
September 16, 2010 |
One block east of the Bomb Bomb Bar-be-que Grill in deep South Philly (four blocks before Oregon), you encounter what is ostensibly a Mexican corner grocery, necklaced in car-lot pennants, the exterior, in this case, a brash habanero-orange. It is not immediately apparent here at Los Gallos, 10th and Wolf, but behind the stacked tortillas and bottles of pickled corn smut (the prized Mexican fungus called huitlacoche) , there resides a tiny taqueria, itching to make its move.
December 1, 2006 |
One of the interesting trends in the last decade has been the emergence of strip-mall restaurants in the suburbs going beyond chains and pizza. It's a good thing, as Martha would say. Especially when the business is a small, family effort and the food is something other than ubiquitous Italian. For solid Mexican fare, San Miguel in Sewell, N.J., is one of those mall-crawl finds. Owner Miguel Padilla and his mother bring a taste of their Gulf Coast homeland in Tampico, Mexico, to Egg Harbor Road.
June 27, 2004 |
It has been a long time since I ordered a meal and it arrived in less than a minute. It was fairly complicated food, too, or at least looked to be. There was the guacamole dip, for instance, with its grilled tortillas arranged like daisy petals. A small mountain of guacamole also appeared on our fajita. But that was OK: It was delicious and tasted very pure except for a little lemon and onion. Another night of dining in a Mexican restaurant? Not likely. It was a sultry evening just before sundown at Desert Moon, part of a nine-year-old franchise based in Valley Cottage, N.Y., that prides itself in breaking out of the assembly-line dining niche.
November 2, 2003 |
Being from the South, I tasted true Mexican food only once growing up. The softer side of the cuisine, Tex-Mex, is what I was raised to love. So it was a pleasant surprise to discover the authentic dishes at El Sarape, a homage to co-owner Luis Marin's native Mexico City. The first thing you need to know about El Sarape is this: Eventually, the mariachi player will leave your table side and move to someone else's. Don't get me wrong - he's a mood-setter. With walls covered in black-and-white photos of Mexico and a happening tequila bar, El Sarape is a festive place for lunch or dinner.
April 30, 2001 |
Christie Whitman has committed some of the Bush administration's biggest gaffes to date - most infamously, her ill-fated crusade to drastically reduce carbon dioxide emissions at all costs to thwart alleged global warming. Bush Republicans are right to thwack Whitman for espousing a radical agenda that defies basic principles of limited government and economic common sense. But I'm not going to join the pinata party. There is no sport in assaulting such an easy target. The liberal Republican ex-governor of New Jersey and current head of the Environmental Protection Agency has never hidden her true colors.
October 21, 1996 |
When you walk through the funky green doors at 422 South St., you may not be sure whether you've just entered a clothing store or a party. Bright colors pop out at you from all directions. A comfy old couch, Oriental rugs, beaded curtains, even a parakeet in a Victorian birdcage give the space a bohemian look. Patrons sporting platinum blond 'dos, purple lipstick, four-inch silver platform soles and black fishnet stockings check out red rubber jumpers and black vinyl pants. All the while, a hypnotic beat undulates through the crowd.
September 13, 1996 |
While we lament summer's last gasp, we rejoice in the coming of the big-time, multicultural festival as the Great Plaza celebrates Mexican Independence Day on SUNDAY. From noon to 7 p.m., various regions in Mexico - including Veracruz, Jalisco, the ancient city of Teotihuacan, Sonora, Durango and Puebla Mexico - will interpret their liberation from Spain through folk dances, traditional costumes and other means. The Mexican consul, the Honorable Manuel Lombera himself, will be assisted by the Honorable Mayor Rendell himself, in conducting the Ceremony of El Grito, which includes the same call to arms uttered by Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla on Sept.
October 1, 1995 |
Lately my life feels like the squeeze is on and I'm the orange. No matter how I plan, no matter how early I rise, there is not enough time to raise my son, keep my house clean, work a full-time job, and have a good time. This is not even factoring in the strange recurrence of an additional task called dinner, which arrives at our house each night, invited or not. It's because time is spare that I've begun experimenting with shortcuts. And when it comes to dinner, some of those shortcuts have been inspired by cans with attractive labels and cute little boxes with sometimes hefty price tags.