On the morning of June 11, Federal Express dropped a large package on my doormat. It consisted of two wholesale boxes of Big Dipper Ice Cream Cones, bonded, sealed and shipped from Memphis less than twenty four hours prior.
The name on the return address was Matt Allen, the man I’ve been proud to call my […]

Instead of writing an upcoming post on hamburger nostalgia, I’ve spent the past week transferring every chapter of Death By BBQ from my Livejournal to this blog. The entire story is now readable right here on The Eaten Path! Click “DBBBBQ” on the menu bar to give it a read.
I’ve also made some design changes […]

My first exposure to the barbecued rib was delivered in the final forty seconds of every showing of The Flintstones that I watched as a kid. The closing sequence plays as follows: Having just watched a thirty-minute episode of his own life at the local drive-in, Fred Flintstone immediately pedals his granite rolling pin-mobile to […]

In the past two decades, Williamsburg has built a conflicted reputation: With the onset of gentrification, what had been a patchwork of ethnic enclaves was infiltrated by a downwardly-mobile vanguard of artists and hangers-on. Renovations were made, storefronts opened, rent prices began to climb, and a new dynamic began to take hold in this gritty […]