Oh Devil!

Oh, Devil! The deviled egg, in my opinion, is another one of those bastard dishes that gets a bad rap. The poor guy used to be so attractive, sexy, even. Often he was exotic and ladies just couldn’t live without him. And now, he’s the pot-bellied, balding uncle who drives an old, rusty Corvette, listening... Continue Reading →

Ho Jo’s: A Love Story

In the early to mid 1970’s, if you looked in the glove compartment of my grandmother’s car, you would find one of these: an official Howard Johnson’s Road Map. Howard Johnson’s was the "Landmark For Hungry Americans" and my favorite motel chain. My family traveled several times a year by car from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida... Continue Reading →

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