On our way back from Aspen, I plotted another chowhound stop (ok, this one was thanks to Roadfood). Mom’s Cafe, write Gourmet’s Jane and Michael Stern, is famous for its “scones,” discs of fried yeasted dough that are kissing cousins of the sopaipillas you’d find just one state south, in Arizona.

Although the Sterns advise getting […]

I went to bed last night not quite believing that not only had America elected a black man president, it had managed to wrap up the process in a single evening. Today, I was ready to celebrate. And where better than a Chicago pizza joint? I’m not sure what’s up with the bizarre punctuation of […]