Fuck potlucks

Put on your big girl panties and act like a fortune five hundred, even if you're not. Potlucks tell your employees and clients that you are a piss poor business.

Underwhelmed at Bar Vetti

I was really excited to go to Bar Vetti because the Google Maps reviews made it sound like THE place to go. We entered through a lobby that smells like a swimming pool. Unless there is actually a pool in the building, they need to back peddle on the bleach. The best thing about the... Continue Reading →

Blissfully vegetarian at Havana Rumba

Just because I'm going vegetarian doesn't mean I'm going to live like a monk. So Havana Rumba is the ticket when I want a good vegetarian meal without the deprivation. It had been one of those days that screams for the immediate sedation of a margarita. And, luckily, it was happy hour, so I scored... Continue Reading →

Salad for breakfast

  Flying El Al to Israel a few years ago, I was a little surprised when I saw a green salad on the breakfast menu. I thought it must be a mistake. But faced with the alternative of rubber eggs and bread made from library paste, or some god-awful pastry made entirely of sugar, white... Continue Reading →

Vegetarians at Sarino

  We were the first people on the patio at the newly opened Sarino on Goss Ave., Louisville, KY. But, by the time we left, the patio was full. After all, it was seventy degrees in February. And, even in Louisville, separated from the bitter mid-western winters only by the Ohio River, a seventy degree... Continue Reading →

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