Road Foodie

Some people drive simply to arrive.

What’s the Question?

Posted By on September 9, 2009

In less than two weeks, I will hop in my trusty Toyota, trundle down the rutted driveway of my Hudson Valley (New York) home, and drive to California. Driving three thousand miles across the country is fairly common for me, as long-time Roadfoodie readers know—this will be my tenth drive in five years. Driving solo—with […]

The Pork Tour Tally

Posted By on March 27, 2009

* Miles Driven from Marfa: 2611 * Days on the Road: Seven (on the last day, I rested by eating oysters in Washington DC) * Tanks of Gas: Seven (Average price per gallon: $1.79) * Pig’s Ears Eaten by Stella: Eight * Pounds Lost: Three (This phenomenon has been noted on all of the nine […]

Pork Tour Day 1: Austin

Posted By on March 17, 2009

When I decided to commence the Pork Tour in Austin, I knew who to call for advice. My red-headed, Texan, pistol-of-a-girlfriend Coqui didn’t fall far from the tree. Her dad, Ronnie Dunn, has been searching out the best BBQ in and around Austin “since God was a chile.” In his off-BBQ hours, he’d butchered meat […]

A Tale of Two Marfa Eateries

Posted By on March 14, 2009

Borunda’s Bar and Grill is Marfa’s oldest restaurant (opened 1887). Cochineal is Marfa’s newest (opened May ’08). Between these two restaurants and their respective restaurateurs lies a gulf as wide as the Texas sky. Much about the quixotic nature of Marfa may be understood by taking a look at them both. Originally called Tula’s, Borunda’s […]

The Bolo-Tie Syndrome

Posted By on March 2, 2009

Marfa to Alpine. And back. 52 miles. You know what this is, right? You don’t? OK, you are in Santa Fe. You’ve just come back from Ten Thousand Waves, where you came to love the smooth, warm stones so much that you’d really like to propose marriage to them. You sat in a wooden tub […]

Into the Great Wide Open of West Texas

Posted By on February 17, 2009

2.15.09. Las Cruces to Marfa, 240 miles. Two states: New Mexico and Texas. Dining alone is something I do quite often. I prefer to dine at the bar, because even if the bartender is too busy or not the friendly type, I feel engaged with another human. I’ve never felt the need to read a […]

Cheese, Please. And a Side of Cheese.

Posted By on February 16, 2009

Valentine’s Day, Las Cruces It is simple serendipity that I find myself cooling my heels in Las Cruces for three days, not part of a comprehensive travel plan. But, since the world is my lobster, I had best set about cracking it. Last night, I was in the mood for cheese, but spent waaay too […]

Desert Dawgs

Posted By on February 13, 2009

2.12.09 Fountain Hills, AZ to Las Cruces, 406 miles; two states: Arizona and New Mexico Butter doesn’t do well as a road snack. So when I am lucky enough to hunker down at (high-school roomie) Mary’s empty vacation home east of Scottsdale for six whole nights, I immediately get me a block of the Irish […]

A Guardedly Reluctant Departure

Posted By on December 20, 2008

I say imagined, because that California, mostly, no longer exists.