Pulling a fast one in our search for the perfect Cuban sammy

Bobby Flay ain't gonna be down with this latest episode of our search for the quintessential Cubano. Neither is Rick Bayless, Giada, Cat, Guy, Rachael, Rocco or Jamie. And most certainly not Dead Fidel, who haunts my crib every time I bastardize a mojito by switching out rum with bourbon. Soooo, it's a good thing… Continue reading Pulling a fast one in our search for the perfect Cuban sammy

The Day I ‘Chickened Out’, and why I’m proud of it

I'm not much for extreme stances, seeing as how it's difficult to abide by such things with any degree of magnanimity. Taking a stand on something is easy, following through is the sticky part of the label. But there are some things to which I am unwavering, mostly. Take for instance the fact I haven't… Continue reading The Day I ‘Chickened Out’, and why I’m proud of it