Hunter S. Fatback

There are a million reasons why the best songs are always about fucking.  Each reason has its own parallel monologue that explains how the most pleasurable things can bring with them the most ruin.  If you can’t apply that dichotomy to food in your own life, you are an alien to me and I’m probably […]

I think that I’ve eaten at The American more in the past month than the previous ten years combined. And whether the visits have been sparse and spaced over time, or in rapid succession as I hurry back to sample what is surely some of the finest cuisine to grace their historic menus, my anticipation […]