Sunday brunch at Peddler’s Daughter in Nashua, New Hampshire

For the second Sunday in a row, we traveled to Nashua, New Hampshire, for Mass at St. Stanislaus Catholic Church. By the time Mass was over, we were quite hungry, so we decided to find someplace to eat near the church. There was an Irish pub a couple minutes away called Peddler’s Daughter, and we … Continue reading Sunday brunch at Peddler’s Daughter in Nashua, New Hampshire

A lobster roll with fries at Bob’s Clam Hut in Kittery, Maine

After a few days of rather dreary weather here in New England, yesterday was delightfully sunny with a light breeze and a high around 60 degrees. Kathryn and I used this as an excuse to take a drive up the seacoast. We started in Salisbury, Massachusetts, and made stops in Hampton, North Hampton, and Rye, … Continue reading A lobster roll with fries at Bob’s Clam Hut in Kittery, Maine

Remembering the hot chicken cutlet sub at Salisbury House of Pizza

Kathryn’s sister traveled with us for the first few days of our trip to the East Coast, and this morning we brought her to the airport in Manchester so she could fly back to Phoenix. After the drop-off, Kathryn and I thought it would be fun to visit Salisbury Beach for a walk on the … Continue reading Remembering the hot chicken cutlet sub at Salisbury House of Pizza

Slow cooker Dr. Pepper pork shoulder recipe

A couple years ago, I noticed a bottle of Dr. Pepper in the refrigerator, one that had been sitting there for months. I don’t drink a lot of sugary beverages, and when I do get a hankering, I usually have a Coke or a Jarritos. I think the Dr. Pepper was left there by a … Continue reading Slow cooker Dr. Pepper pork shoulder recipe

This is most likely the closest I’ll get to Oktoberfest this year

A new German restaurant recently opened in our neighborhood in Phoenix, which is to say a seedy old dive bar is attempting to reinvent itself with ethnic food and a better beer list. I enjoy a good schnitzel as much as the next red-blooded carnivore — and who doesn’t like beer served a whole liter … Continue reading This is most likely the closest I’ll get to Oktoberfest this year

Just a picture of two Sonoran hot dogs from El Güero Canelo, Phoenix

I’d been waiting until I have an interesting story to post with this photo of two Sonoran hot dogs at El Güero Canelo in Phoenix. However, after four months, I’ve decided to go ahead and post it anyway. It was Sunday, Kathryn and I had just left church, we were hungry, and we hadn’t had … Continue reading Just a picture of two Sonoran hot dogs from El Güero Canelo, Phoenix

A chill evening at Banger Brewing on Fremont Street in Las Vegas

Most of our weekend road trips to Las Vegas end with us heading back to Phoenix after lunch on Sunday. On our last trip, however, we had some business we needed to attend to Monday morning. After our huge lunch at Gordon Ramsay’s Hell’s Kitchen early Sunday afternoon, we weren’t in any mood for a … Continue reading A chill evening at Banger Brewing on Fremont Street in Las Vegas

A beer keg urinal in the men’s room of Virgil’s Real BBQ, Las Vegas

It doesn’t happen often, but on rare occasions beer can open up opportunities that may have otherwise passed us by. For example, if I hadn’t had a second pint of beer at Virgil’s Real BBQ on the Linq Promenade in Las Vegas, I wouldn’t have had to make a visit to the men’s room, and … Continue reading A beer keg urinal in the men’s room of Virgil’s Real BBQ, Las Vegas

A pleasant Sunday lunch at Gordon Ramsay Hell’s Kitchen in Las Vegas

Most of our road trips to Las Vegas involve tossing away a few hundred dollars on slots, video poker, or craps. However, on this most recent trip, we reallocated our gambling budget to an obscenely expensive lunch at one of the hottest celebrity restaurants on the Strip right now, Gordon Ramsay Hell’s Kitchen, located in … Continue reading A pleasant Sunday lunch at Gordon Ramsay Hell’s Kitchen in Las Vegas

Eating our way through a busy first day in New England

Considering the only real sleep we got Friday night was on the flight from Phoenix to Boston, we stayed quite busy yesterday. After waiting what seemed like forever for our checked bags, we took the airport shuttle bus to the rental car center, which didn’t exist last time I rented a car at Boston Logan. … Continue reading Eating our way through a busy first day in New England

Fortune Garden, Chinese restaurant in El Centro

Our lunch several Saturdays ago at Fortune Garden, a Chinese restaurant in El Centro, California, was something of a happy accident. Dan, Kathryn, and I left Yuma around 11 am with every intention of driving to Calexico, parking, and walking across the border to a Chinese restaurant a few hundred yards away in Mexicali. However, … Continue reading Fortune Garden, Chinese restaurant in El Centro

More Chinese food in Mexicali at Restaurante Dragon

We couldn’t miss a chance for more Chinese food during our trip to Mexicali over Thanksgiving weekend. Our baseball game Saturday night and our early departure Sunday morning left us only one chance, at lunchtime Saturday. We were staying at Hotel Araiza on Boulevard Bénito Juárez, so we chose Restaurante Dragon, which was just a … Continue reading More Chinese food in Mexicali at Restaurante Dragon

Laguna Azul, tasty, unpretentious seafood in Mexicali

As much as we enjoy the Chinese food in Mexicali, last night we decided it was time to try some Mexican seafood here. I turned to the internet for suggestions, and Mariscos Laguna Azul was a place not far from our hotel that was mentioned over and over again. I liked the ambiance at Laguna … Continue reading Laguna Azul, tasty, unpretentious seafood in Mexicali

Lunchtime protein orgy at the Montevideo Port Market

Earlier today we ventured a short walk from the guest house to the Montevideo Port Market, which has been referred to as “Disneyland for carnivores.” Once inside, we spent perhaps a half-hour walking from stall to stall, watching the masters work their grills and attempting to gauge how happy their customers appeared. The wood smoke … Continue reading Lunchtime protein orgy at the Montevideo Port Market

Pizzeria Bocce, our Saturday dinner ritual in Cottonwood

Saturday dinner at Pizzeria Bocce has become something of a ritual for Kathryn and me when we camp in Cottonwood. Dining at a slightly pretentious pizzeria with a wine bar may not seem much like camping, but we’ve had an enjoyable meal every time we’ve eaten here.

Lunch at Hog Wild BBQ, Cottonwood

After a couple meals in the campsite, we decided to venture out and try something new for lunch today. We found a barbecue restaurant just a few minutes’ drive from the park. Seeing the smoker operating in the back parking lot gave us reason to be optimistic as we arrived. Kathryn had a beef brisket … Continue reading Lunch at Hog Wild BBQ, Cottonwood

Why Mexicali?

While we were eating lunch last Sunday, Kathryn caught me off guard by asking how I learned about the Cantonese restaurants in Mexicali. She had been looking at her Instagram account and was prompted by a comment she received on a photo of the previous day’s lunch. The commenter apparently felt eating Chinese food in Mexico was a sketchy undertaking. … Continue reading Why Mexicali?

Restaurante China House, Mexicali

One last meal in Mexicali before we head home. Again we ordered way too much food. The server spoke a little English and asked me twice if we were taking the leftovers. The first time I simply said no. The second time I tried to explain we were about to make a border crossing, and … Continue reading Restaurante China House, Mexicali

Dining like royalty, Prince Harry’s favorite pizza in Gila Bend

A couple times a year, my good friend Dan — an occasional commenter on this blog — travels to Arizona with his mom to spend a week or so with his aunt in Yuma. Typically during those visits he leaves the ladies in Yuma for a day and drives to Phoenix to see Kathryn and me. We were expecting … Continue reading Dining like royalty, Prince Harry’s favorite pizza in Gila Bend

People watching during a three-hour happy hour in Montpellier

Almost as rare as a jackalope sighting, this bar in the square beneath our apartment in Montpellier had a three-hour happy hour! It was still considerably more expensive than what I’d expect to pay for a pint of domestic beer at a local joint in Phoenix — but, oh, the people-watching!