Dining Well, Spelling Poorly. Red conch chowder still da bomb! One of the usual suspects, and one of two musts for dinner on every trip. Unpretentious French bistro cooking with Caribbean. Edwin the executive chef suggested the tasting menu and .

Mdash; co-founder of Chowhound. With your email address as the subject. Meanwhile, here, at least, is a terse writing resume.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015. I was saddened to hear of the passing of Masabumi Kikuchi this week. Seeing him on piano at the Village Vanguard with Paul Motian truly expanded my conception of music and beauty. I put down some impressions of one such appearance here. In my negligence in updating this blog, I let the passing of Ornette Coleman go unmentioned here.

I came home from Christmas 2lbs lighter than when I left here. Of course, it was the shittiest Christmas ever, and there was no giant feast. But there were lunches with the girls, way too much hot chocolate, no-bake chocolate cookies and Costco shortbread, and I still managed to pull it off. Not that I was depriving myself.