Ways N Means' Razor Clam Blues

I had my first real piece of foie gras as everyone usually does: at a French restaurant, seared and served with fruit to cut through the inherent richness. In celebration of one of those birthdays that ended in a zero, I paid a premium for it at...

In early March, two weeks before the coronavirus shut down L.A. dining rooms — before the new reality of disposable menus, face-shield-wearing servers and robot waiters — I wrote an enthusiastic review of Bar Avalon in Echo Park. In the review, I...

I will never understand the pumpkin spice craze, or the need to associate a season with a specific flavor. I enjoy cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and clove separately and in my pumpkin pie. I don’t need it in a latte, Spam or Cheerios. This week, I have...

It was a belated celebration meal for one of those milestones with a zero at the end of it. Your birthday, so you choose the restaurant, I’d told my friend — as long as the place had outdoor seating. It was the first meal back in a restaurant...

I spend a lot of time eating in the San Gabriel Valley, always learning and ever amazed by the breadth at hand: Beijing duck, Uighur lamb polo, Sichuan ginger rabbit, Hong Kong-style steamed fish, Taiwanese beef noodle soup, on and on and on. Over...

New Qingdao Restaurant    Zhou's Guilin Rice Noodle    1919 Lanzhou Beef Noodle