By jaeger | October 4, 2010 at 2:39 pm | 6 comments
The phrase ‘underground dinner club’ conjures images of smoke-filled gated mansions you need a password to access. A masked string quartet plays chamber music as a fiendishly grinning, impeccably dressed, crowd is served a Cornish game hen stuffed inside of a duck stuffed...
Posted in: Honorary Gluttons
By d | April 11, 2010 at 9:26 pm | 2 comments
Next muhfucka who asks me if I decided to open my own soul food restaurant is gonna get to know my dull blade called Sammy Three Cuts.
For serious, go ahead and do a Google search for Dee's Place. Experiencing internet browsing malaise? Let me get that for you. Other...
Posted in: Things We've Eaten
