The Bar Diner – Flung

Campo: Intimate Farmland Chic

Robin Babb — Thu, 28 Feb 2019 01:43:48 +0000

Campo is the resident restaurant at Los Poblanos Inn and Organic Farm, a quaint institution in Albuquerque, New Mexico that, yes, really is a farm—known for its organic lavender and peacocks that wander the grounds at will. The inn plays host to a lot of the more stylish visitors to the city including the odd Hollywood somebody who’s out here shooting a film. I always bring out-of-town guests to Campo. It’s the kind of place you want to show off. […]

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The Progress: A Shared-Plates Paradise

Sarah Stodola — Mon, 23 Jul 2018 22:46:56 +0000

If you’re the sort who generally fails to book restaurants ahead of time, like I am, getting a table at the Progress on San Francisco’s Fillmore District can be as impossible as buying an air conditioner in Manhattan during a heatwave. But on a recent trip out West, after being denied a reservation I learned that the bar area is substantial enough, and that it serves diners on a first-come-first-serve basis. This felt more or less what bar dining is […]

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La Petite Grocery: That Apple Salad Though

Sarah Stodola — Wed, 20 Jun 2018 14:55:16 +0000

On a recent afternoon in New Orleans’ Garden District, I hopped off the St. Charles streetcar on what seemed a cloudy but pleasant day. And yes, my walk through those lovely blocks over to La Petite Grocery on Magazine Street started out sublime. But it nearly ended with me cowering under an awning, succumbing to the heaviest rain I’ve ever been caught in. That’s a lesson to learn about New Orleans, and I learned it the hard way. Torrential rain […]

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Fort Greene’s Mettā: The Chef’s Counter Is Everything

Sarah Stodola — Wed, 12 Jul 2017 16:48:51 +0000

On one of the more picturesque corners in Brooklyn, a new restaurant called Mettā opened this past March with a menu it describes as “sustainably sourced, vegetable forward.” As a vegetarian living amidst a Brooklyn restaurant scene that seems ever-more hostile toward vegetarians, I had some skin in the game of testing that description. On a recent weeknight, I got my chance. I showed up to a fairly packed house, the first in my party of two to do so, […]

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The Finch: A Brooklyn Manhattan Upstate Mashup

Sarah Stodola — Sat, 13 May 2017 19:08:31 +0000

On a fine recent spring evening, we were driven to roll the dice and walk the 15 minutes from our apartment to the Finch, a newish restaurant in Clinton Hill, by the simple fact of its having received a Michelin star, a rarity in this part of Brooklyn. According to firsthand info relayed to us at some gathering or other, it could be hard to get a table—especially, if like we were about to, you strolled in just after 8pm without […]

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LA Desaturated: The Black Cat in Silver Lake

Sarah Stodola — Thu, 05 Nov 2015 18:06:55 +0000

There may be no finer hour in life to sidle up to a long wooden bar than mid-afternoon on a weekday, a time during which we seldom allow ourselves the pleasure, for obvious reasons having to do with slippery slopes. Only when we are traveling does the opportunity present itself unaccompanied by guilt. Entire destinations (Las Vegas, for one) have grown up around this principle. So it was, during a recent visit to Los Angeles, that I turned up to […]

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The Farm on Adderly in Ditmas Park: Brunch Ground Zero

Brent Cox — Thu, 24 Sep 2015 14:41:05 +0000

While all of us were arguing about brunch—whether it was breakfast, whether it was lunch, whether it was just silly—brunch solidified into an institution. Sure, it’s fun to bicker over the semantics, but brunch just doesn’t care. The Farm on Adderly, in the south Brooklyn neighborhood of Ditmas Park, is brunch ground zero, especially at twelve noon on a lazy August Sunday. You can spot Farm from blocks away; it’s the place with the crowd of people waiting in front […]

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Walter’s in Fort Greene, Brooklyn: An Early-Evening Recommendation

Sarah Stodola — Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:45:16 +0000

It was 5:45pm on a recent Tuesday evening in early spring, with the trees just starting to bud on the streets around Fort Greene Park. Inside the park’s corner entrance, a blooming cherry tree was busy single-handedly curing instances of seasonal affective disorder in passersby, while on the opposite corner, Walter’s’ two walls of windows were doing the same for the handful of customers already seated and gazing out of them. My boyfriend and I nabbed the two seats at […]

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