"It's been 15 minutes and you haven't even gotten our drink order!" The rant heard 'round the restaurant, and why the job of a server can look a lot like Steve Irwin... wrangling snakes
I confess, I'd rather do most anything than go on an organized tour. But I went on this one, which included four local restaurants and plenty of small bites. What I thought, and what my faves were
Get the grill ready—we've got kabob recipes perfect for a backyard bash (think benne-seed shrimp and ratatouille skewers). Plus, what's THE cocktail of the summer? Learn how to mix it here
What's been happening on Spring Street as of late? The same old shenanigans. In this story, it's Harry vs. the AAA guy who came to change my tire. Read on to see who prevailed
Recently, I learned that my father—the biggest Dylan fan I know—had never seen the singer live. That is, until I took him to Saturday night's show on DI. Here's a rundown of the show and set list
My attempts at Twitter and text-speak had me sounding a little too much like a Macaw—hello, good-bye, have a good day, call me... Here's what happened when I adopted different rules of engagement
Calling all wine lovers, you'll want to stick this list up on your fridge... I've searched high and low to round up the best buys just for you. Cheers!
Aah, YouTube. Home to millions of clips showcasing mankind at our finest. Here, "Krispy Kreme - The Baddest" dukes it out with 2008 classic "David After Dentist" for the title of Most Hilarious
Love songs aren't really my thing, but there is ONE—just one—that has melted my groovy heart since the day back in 1991 when it was sent to me on a "mix tape" in the Saudi Arabian desert
Last week, blogger Tim Brennan got us thinking about artist-types and their predilection to suicide. As a psychiatrist, I had to weigh in (also, college kids? You need to read this)
You need a lift on a Friday afternoon? Read this. Meet Leon, Harry, and the long arm of the law, as relayed by Cullen, likely from his lively stoop on Spring Street
Just your run-of-the-mill, hilarious, heartwarming, and frightening courtroom drama on Broad Street. It started on Spring (as my stories do) with a pair of well-intentioned wiseguys and $8 of shrimp
This story won't fit neatly into a Hallmark card, though that's exactly where it began. Me, in the depths of the 2008 recession, looking for just the right thing to send out into the world
(Hint: It's right up the road.) For four years running, Asheville's earned top nods for its hometown brews. I've got a list of where to go and what to drink
