Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
I just came back from a week of mostly good eating in Los Angeles, a city whose name alone can make any sentence glamorous. And with good reason: I stumbled upon both Jeff Goldblum and Glenn Close in different places on the same day.
“This is like a Big Chill reunion!” I almost said, temporarily forgetting that I wasn’t actually in the Big Chill, I just watched it with my dad on his V8 video machine. If you haven’t heard of the V8 format, you must be stupid because it’s totally the best picture quality and will one day overtake both VHS and Beta, at least according to the propaganda my dad was disseminating to anyone who would listen at the time.
Posted by Jesse Mulligan at 9:11 PM
Monday, June 30, 2014
It’s ironic given the subject matter of this blog that I’ve lately been starving it of content. I blame TV – House of Cards, Breaking Bad, Game of Actually I Haven’t Watched That One. Every spare hour is devoted to watching another 60 minutes from some other fictional world, while the fictional world in which I regularly create content for this website becomes less believable by the day.
Posted by Jesse Mulligan at 9:04 PM
Monday, June 23, 2014
here for the Metro Eats blog, and the good news is that for those unable to fly due to parenting responsibilities/MH370-based anxiety/don’t-know-where-the-airport-is, this week Wellington is coming to you.
Posted by Jesse Mulligan at 1:14 PM
Sunday, January 19, 2014
I was talking to my new cohost Mike Hosking about eating out this week, and he told me that he and Katie (am I allowed to call her ‘Katie’? He’s so sweet about her that it almost feels like a term of endearment, like calling another man’s wife ‘Honeybuns’) mostly only eat at one restaurant, because they don’t want to be disappointed.
Posted by Jesse Mulligan at 8:32 PM
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
If we’re to believe our TV theme tunes, Sunday and Monday are happy days. But the people who sang that song (a 70s duo called Pratt and McLain, as long as you’re asking) might not have been quite so chipper if they’d ever found themselves wandering Ponsonby Road on a Sunday night, looking for a half decent steak.
Posted by Jesse Mulligan at 9:24 AM