Road Foodie

Some people drive simply to arrive.

Meet the Meatheads

Posted By on August 26, 2009

Although concealing it well (I was yocking it up with Julie’s new and rather younger-than-me buddies), I was petrified by the prospect of grilling the three very expensive porterhouse steaks on a gas grill. Hardwood charcoal is my fuel of choice, always. I’d scored a meat thermometer from Ronda, and had a plan, of sorts, […]

Meet the Meat

Posted By on August 11, 2009

It seems like the last time my friend Julie Benz and I chewed the fat together was a lifetime ago. In reality, though, it was in 2005, when we shared a big rambling house in the hills of Chianti for a few weeks of the glorious Tuscan summer (see The Chicken-Head Incident, at left, for […]