Gangster of Food

Last night we ate at Spints, a new German restaurant on NE 28th in that trendy little area near Burnside. You may not know about it but the Gangster is a Germanophile. It’s hard to be a Germanophile in an increasingly Franco-Italophillic world. Everybody loves the Italians and the French. They love their food, their [...]

I haven’t eaten this well since San Sebastian feasts of chuleton and pinxos de foie gras. I don’t know what took me so long to get out to Syun Izakaya in Hillsboro, except for the fact that it’s out in Hillsboro, but I can hardly wait to get back. I’ve of course been hearing about [...]

The season of the anniversary of my birth is a trying time for eaters. I daresay I tire of meat and roots and preserves. Nevertheless, with a little luck, a little patience, and an ample supply of reduced beef stock one may occasionally turn out something worth eating. Perhaps even relishing (I’ll try to stop [...]

I kegged my Altbier this morning and I’m still attempting to figure out force carbonation. The “shaking it around on the floor until the damn thing stops making noise” method is not, in my very amateur opinion, the best way to go about it. One brewing website speaks of a certain “patient method” which involves [...]