On the eve of November 4, 2008, I found myself outside the Obama campaign’s northern California headquarters, straddling the border between Berkeley and Oakland as crowds of victory-crazed Americans thronged to the street corners of history. When the junior senator from Illinois first announced his candidacy for the office of president of the United States, [...]

This story is part of a cross-post between Indefinite Articles and The Eaten Path. You can read James Boo’s “Preemptive Strike” on Chili’s here. For all the amazing food we have in the Bay Area, the little holes-in-the-wall and the grandiose temples to flavor, every once in a while there’s something appealing about the strip [...]

Whenever I feel like it’s time for something different, I drive four hundred miles north to Oakland, CA. I give all of my friends big hugs. I bask in the cool breeze of the East Bay. I take a walk through the Berkeley campus. I have a pint of Dragon’s Milk. I order a slice [...]

“I used to live here.” In our fragmented world of third person omniscience, stranger words are rarely spoken with such abandon. Mobility has become one of life’s most imposing axioms, redefining community and putting home on an auction block of opportunity. With every move, we check another brief lifetime off of our to-be lists, making [...]

The perfect bowl of grits is a lot like a bowl of melted butter with stuff inside it. That stuff is grits.

One of the worst parts of living in Diamond Bar is the absence of a quality slice. Wedged between the franchise oligarchs and Tim Taylor pizzerias of southern California, I face a doughy, mirthless, over salted world where the attachment of “New York” to anything is sure to be an abomination of all parties involved. [...]