The Mystery of the Pink-Sprinkled Doughnut

When you eat out as often as my friendsand I do, you inevitably revert into a set routine. Someone always opts for the salmon, another zooms in on the scallops, while I gravitate to whatever red meat is on the menu, usually the steak (even better...

The first time I ate fried chicken at a Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles was about 20 years ago in Long Beach. There was a wait, as I'm told there always is on Sunday mornings; half the crowd was in church clothes. When I was finally seated...

The seriousness of a Middle Eastern restaurant rests in its hummus. Grainy, vaguely sour hummus is OK to send off in your children’s brown-bag lunches, and the mayonnaise-y over-garlicked stuff may be exactly what you want to see alongside a...

The only bad donut is a stale donut. First and foremost, it’s important to understand the one universal rule of good donut hunting: You’ve gotta get up early if you want the best donuts because the people who make these things, for some odd...

The moment I spot a customer at Chengdu Lao Zao Hot Pot get up from her table with a tray of uneaten raw shrimp and return it to the restaurant’s refrigerator is when I decide it’s time for me to settle my tab and go.  Unfortunately this wasn’t my...