Although I awoke this morning with cold symptoms, I quickly started to feel more and more human as the morning passed. This is day 7 or 8 of my man-cold/jet-lag stew. I have tai chi class this evening and I think I’ll be OK to… Read More
I don’t remember what these things were called. They’re like little tarts, each with a quail egg and a chunk of pork sausage, served with a few veggies and chilies. Somewhere in Hoi An.
This is Saigon phở, served with heaps of greens and herbs, fresh chilies and limes or kumquats. The broth is more fragrant in the south I think, and in the north there are fewer fresh herbs served. Both are spectacularly good. The beef in this… Read More
This octopus is in District 1, Ho Chi Minh City AKA Saigon. There is nothing halfway about this city.
The Post is a newspaper story, the true story of the Washington Post and the Pentagon Papers. It’s very timely and it reminds us we are not living through the first time an American President has gone after the press, nor the first time time… Read More
Here’s Jim Kweskin and Meredith Axelrod performing Moonglow….
It took me no time at all in Vietnam to learn I love Vietnamese coffee, and especially their iced coffee. Now it doesn’t have to be swanky, weird-assed weasel coffee, made from beans eaten (and pooped) by honest to God weasels (I don’t even want… Read More
Musical interlude time again. Here’s Canadian uke-man Manitoba Hal playing his uke-driven blues version of Sixteen Tons.
Time for a brief musical interlude. Here’s the late Guy Clark. Spread your arms and hold your breath and always trust your cape.
27th Street 