Since moving to New York, I find myself starting many a sentence with “Where I come from we…” So much so that I am beginning to wonder if I’ve turned into the dude from the song “Land Down Under.”  But alas, there are no vegemite sandwiches in my recipe collection, no flute solos on my iPod, no glowing women and plundering men…oh I am getting off track. My point is, I am long way away from the thick green woods, the flat lazy rivers and the wide open spaces from my homeland in North Carolina. While I have adapted to my new normal in many ways, one thing remains constant in my glutton heart: I fucking love barbeque. I just do. It’s ...

By day, I work for a busy IT company in Chelsea, a lively and foodie-friendly neighborhood in Manhattan. While I wear many hats in the office, one of my more appropriate-to-my-personality to do list items on a weekly basis is to keep our team of technically inclined dudes stocked up on snacks and beer – hard to troubleshoot computers hungry and sober, right? There is a grocery store right around the corner from my office that I frequent for said snack runs and as with most establishments in NYC, you find out sooner or later when you should go there and when you should avoid it like the bargain fish bin. At around 6:00p on any given night, you could ...