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Ring the King
Every state has its stereotypes and reputations, and Indiana is no different in that regard. As a native Hoosier, I can attest to a lot of the reputation being accurate as there are definitely plenty of cornfields, a shockingly low cost of living, and a fondness for enormous pork tenderloin sandwiches. Besides all of that, there is one Indiana restaurant franchise that started as a single local eatery that tends to send any Indiana resident into a little tizzy over the idea of that restaurant being dinner for the evening. Even though I am now living in another state, the Hoosier blood bleeds as red as the phenomenal pizza sauce you can find on pizzas made by Pizza King, which happens to be the best pizza place in the entire Midwest.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Feast
Pizza with Love
In 2004, my partner Tom and I were driving out of Melbourne to visit his parents. They lived in the small country hamlet of Violet Town, near Shepparton, a two-hour drive from the city. One of us had worked late so we were leaving the city about 9 pm. Neither of us had eaten, and we decided to stop on the way at a restaurant, rather than delay ourselves even more by making a meal at home.
By Liz Sinclair5 years ago in Feast
Edinburgh's Local Italian Treasure
La Bruschetta is a small luxurious Italian restaurant in the centre of Scotland’s capital city – Edinburgh. A family-run business, La Bruschetta has been in the hearts of many Edinburgh locals and foreign travellers for the past nineteen years. The physical size of the premises doesn’t curtail the great community and family that they have built over the years with their five star one of a kind Menu A La Carte and warm welcoming staff.
By Megan Kingsbury5 years ago in Feast
Checking Out Allan's Falafel at the Crystal Run Galleria Mall
I became spoiled when I lived in New Paltz. There were so many places to eat and drink that I never had to worry about finding something of high quality. When I moved back to Goshen, it was sadly much more difficult to find. There were a few locations with really great food and drink, but they declined over time, and I've been looking for something new. Luckily, Allan's Falafel opened a new location at the Crystal Run Galleria mall and I couldn't be happier.
By Daniel Goldman5 years ago in Feast
There's No Place Like Logan's Place
Growing up in a small town has it’s staples. Everyone knows everyone, there’s team comradery for the local high school, a church on every corner and of course, the local eatery. Having grown up in the small Texas town that I’ve now relocated back to, I look back and realize I didn’t appreciate it as much as I do now. The local restaurant that is now the “it” place in town is new, but it has absolutely established itself as the new place to be.
By Kylie Best5 years ago in Feast
Where Everybody Knows Your Name (and Soft Drink Preference)
Before the advent of the internet, I remember the days of travelling with my parents and the Mobile Travel Guide. My Mom would peruse the latest volume, circling the motels and restaurants with the most stars for our stop-overs and vacation destinations. There were symbols indicating the price range and wheelchair accessibility. As life went on, I found myself working for over 20 years in a day program for adults with intellectual and physical disabilities. At the same time, my mother became increasingly physically disabled and needed my help with daily activities and leaving the house. Taking her out in her wheelchair was a major endeavor as I packed her pill boxes, flexible straws, Lifesavers for her chronic dry mouth, tissues, plastic bags in case her catheter bag leaked...even a hammer in the event that her footrest fell apart! We recalled those Mobile Travel Guides and joked about making money compiling reviews of accessible businesses and restrooms. We would give gold stars to “good” bathrooms and “handicap friendly” environments.
By Julia Schulz5 years ago in Feast
Hi-scores, how I miss you so
There really is just something special about having your own "home bar", it's such a travesty this bar-cade was a covid-19 casualty. But I don't want to this article to be negative, instead let's celebrate the life of this amazing local bar. For those of you unfamiliar with bars in Las Vegas, it's actually pretty difficult to find local, home grown bars. Almost all of our bars are just PT's, which I'm not complaining about. They're good bars, but there's something I appreciate of a local bar where I truly got to befriend the bartenders.
By Dyllon Rodillon5 years ago in Feast
Young, Black, and Full of Flavor!
Someone once said food and story are inseparable. Allow me to add my own story to the pot. In 2014, 2015 maybe, my husband, our oldest child, and myself went to downtown New Orleans 25 miles from our Slidell home to enjoy each other’s company for the weekend. I was easily just shy of 2 months pregnant with our second child and I needed a bathroom and a bite to eat in that order. My husband mentioned that a friend of ours had linked him with an artist friend, a talented emcee who just so happened to be Conscious and a vegan chef. That’s all I needed to hear. My husband and I were entering our 6th year of marriage and we had been vegan for at least that long. “ A vegan spot in New Orleans?” I mustered up all the surprise I could. At my first meeting and sup with the in-laws, it had clearly been impressed upon me that this was the Big Easy, partially because everyone was recovering from the Itis. You know, that's what we say in African Diasporan culture hits people when they eat a heavily laden meal with meat at its center. Yes N.O. with all its panache and charm isn’t short of its soul or soul food. Ettouffe, gumbo, jambalaya originated from the humid pots of the Creole, African, Spanish, and French mamas that inhabited the area. And because part of their charm in New Orleans is making everyone feel at home, naturally a vegan restaurant would find its way there. Enter Seed. We make our way to an inconspicuous corner table to catch all the comings and goings on the floor and to spot our Artist in Residence. “You wanna try the nuggets?” my husband asks as he passes me a menu. My mind travels through time. As a young girl, my Nana would appease our wrathful appetites with homemade chicken nuggets and a mustard dip she’d make by mixing equal parts of honey, yellow mustard, and mayo. Not quite fine dining, but satisfying nonetheless. But the plate laid in front of me that day was a nod to those days. And yet it was extremely unexpected in a space I just knew would be pretentious, what with the decorum and the posh look on the hostess’s face. We finished our meal and my husband motioned for one of the waiters. “We’re looking for one of your staff, a Chef Ra” “Yes, I voice in my head. I’m rummaging around in my head, in between licks of the honey mustard heaven. I’d like to plant a big, and strictly platonic, kiss right on the cook. “Who?” asks one of the plaid clad waiters. He twists his mouth and furrows his brow, motions for another then whispers. My husband replies, “Ra Yoseph, he wears locs, he’s a rapper, he cooks here?” The waiter consults with another who goes to the kitchen which is slightly out of view before returning and saying, “Does he look like Bob Marley?” Stop, hold the press. Not every loc sporting brown skin having brotha looks like Bob Marley. And how could a major contributor to the menu be invisible? Someone eventually digs up Chef Ra who we dap up and make plans to connect with at a later date. But the whole ride home I’m plagued by the question. I couldn’t help but feel that the waiter, the hostess, were interlopers in Chef Ra’s world.
By Meri Netert Skhrrennut Benu5 years ago in Feast
It's IncredBowl!
No really, I'm not kidding or trying to be pun-ny, that's the name. Lets say it together; Incredbowl Korean Grill, if when you say it, you hear a chorus of angels in the background, you've probably been there before. As for me, it's my new and absolute favorite place to get takeout! You see, I live in the land of the Dietary Restrictions, in the township of Food Intolerance-ville, on the corner of, "Now What the Hell Can I Eat?" It even comes with it's own town crier who tallies up daily sugars and calories, surveys options and shouts back in response "you can't eat anything at all," as a public service.
By Marlena Nkene5 years ago in Feast
