Bill Addison

The man seated at the table next to me at lunch — born in Baghdad and now well into his 70s, I’d learned while waiting for our food — glanced at the bowl a server had just put down in front of me. He nodded in recognition. I’d ordered pacha, an...

The first time I pulled open the blacked-out glass door of the windowless Havlabar in Glendale — the subject of this week’s review — I didn’t know quite what to expect. The white and orange sign out front said “Georgian cuisine,” and I found...

It’s 9:30 a.m. on a recent Wednesday, and I’m at Bon Temps in the Arts District. The morning scene at the downtown restaurant has a quiet but steady bustle. Customers arrive in waves, ordering coffee and studying the pastries displayed behind...

Bon Temps    Tartine Sycamore    Proof Bakery    Republique   

Happy Mother’s Day weekend. This marks my first Mother’s Day as a mom, and I’m pretty thrilled to spend it celebrating with my young daughter. (I suspect breakfast will involve fluffy, homemade pancakes.) With most of us under quarantine, the...

Before I went to live with my friend Helen in Brooklyn for a while last year, she texted me and asked, “What do you eat for breakfast?” “Very little,” I replied. “Maybe some yogurt.” The first morning in her apartment, I glanced inside the...