When I first set out to write this column, I was thinking how clever and unexpected it would be to write about Chinese takeout.
A new bar has recently opened on Wade Hampton Boulevard, but this bar doesn’t sell alcohol. Instead, it features a drink native to the South Pacific – kava.
“Under-promise, over-deliver.” I live by this saying. You’re always going to be a hero when you blow away expectations. (Never mind the fact you’re usually the one setting those expectations at an all-time low.)
I’m not even sure I like tomato soup. I think this as I sit underground in the dim – but not too dim – confines of the Trappe Door. But it’s a bit late for second thoughts. I’m already staring down a bowl ladled full of the stuff.
Tacos are just about the most perfect form of food. I’m typically not one to make broad pronouncements, but truly, if I had a personal motto or a family crest, it might be something like, “For God, country, and tacos.”
The Greenville Craft Beer Festival brings the suds for the third year at this weekend’s festival featuring local, regional and national brewers, who will gather at Fluor Field for a day of tasting and discovering new favorites.
Hot pot is a humble dish. It has no pretenses. It’s exactly what it sounds like: a hot pot. I’m at Mekong Restaurant on a blustery, gray fall day – it’s not quite cold enough to warrant a chili or stew, which incidentally means the perfect conditions for hot pot.