It was hard to find a decent parking spot, where the rain wouldn’t drench us too heavily on our way into the restaurant. I piloted our minivan in a serpentine pattern through the parking lot, but every time we came … Continue reading
It’s hidden in plain sight, less than a quarter of a mile from the northeast corner of the Kent State University campus. Thousands and thousands of college students pass the place every day — on their way between campus and … Continue reading
We had a lovely afternoon with our international friends: warming ourselves by the open fire… carving pumpkins… eating kettle corn pumpkin bread, s’mores, and cider… and rebuilding the tower of Babel with Jenga blocks. It really was a lot of fun. For … Continue reading
My Kent Food Quest took a big step forward yesterday evening, as I finally tried a place on Cherry Street called Ciccone’s, which has intimidated me for quite awhile. I’m now down to just 6 (out of 136) eating establishments in … Continue reading
I made pancakes for our family dinner yesterday evening: delicious, fluffy, American, buttermilk pancakes. There’s something special about breakfast food in the evening. But as much as I enjoyed the pancakes themselves, I was especially appreciative of the cookbook from which … Continue reading
I’m setting out on a new quest: to eat at every dining establishment in the city of Kent, Ohio. Here are the rules of engagement which I’ve made up for this quest: One must order and consume at least one item … Continue reading
Do an internet search with the terms “twenty pounds,” and the screen fills with images of British bank notes. Not exactly my originally-intended imagery… Still, I feel royally satisfied, and you could say that I’m experiencing some level of pay-off … Continue reading
I turned 37 on Wednesday, and really there wasn’t all that much to it. My 33rd Birthday was my Crucifixion of Jesus Birthday. My 34th Birthday was my Kirby Puckett / Walter Payton Birthday. My 35th Birthday was my Presidential … Continue reading
To call someone a One-Testicled Man is high praise in the Netherlands: Bikkel. Some Dutchmen might dispute the etymology of this word — preferring for the word to point to some sort of tool or bone — but I rather … Continue reading
