Tag: #FoodandWine
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Bistro Nota: better than bread…

On a dark and gloomy Friday evening, my friend Volchy and I braved the cold streets of Fort Wayne to dine at Bistro Nota–without a reservation. By luck alone, we snagged the last available table. Sometimes, things just work out how they’re supposed to; no plan B necessary. It was there, amongst the exposed brick…
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Junk Ditch Italian Pairing Dinner: complimenti al cuoco…

Last evening, I attended Junk Ditch Brewing Company’s Monday Night Pairing Dinner. This is the third dinner of its kind that Junk Ditch has hosted, but only the second that I’ve been able to attend. On this special evening, the theme was Italian cuisine. If you were expecting Sunday gravy, a metric ton of spaghetti,…
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Yes, Papi: there is good pizza in the Midwest…

There was a time, not very long ago, when there was a pizza spot with a glowing sign that called to new Fort Wayne residents like a siren song in the night. In my first weeks living in Indiana, I could hear its lullaby from the dinner hours until I drifted off to sleep. “Eat…
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Tolon: everyone is happy at brunch…

I went to brunch on a Sunday morning. Brunch is the liminal space that appears, like magic, on weekends between what otherwise is referred to as the breakfast and lunch hours. Brunch is a thing that people like to do, especially on Sunday mornings and especially if they drank the night before. Unlike so many,…
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Bravas Caramel Apple Burger: a love story…

It’s no secret that I’m a spooky season fanatic. Some girls are for the streets. I am one of those girls: but only when the gutters are full of fallen orange, brown, and yellow leaves and the front porches of houses are bedecked with mums, pumpkins, and gourds. Everything about autumn gives me life and…
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Pintxo & Tinto: “Buy the ticket. Take the ride.”

I’ve had trouble writing lately…again. I still love writing; words just aren’t flowing like they used to, which leaves me feeling unlike myself. I think I’m broken. If a hundred thousand dollar English degree doesn’t entitle me to unwavering creativity, what the fuck did I pay for? Bestie says I can’t always have creative juices…
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The One Ten Experience: five courses, five wines, infinite delights for the five senses…

The menu at One Ten Craft Meatery reads like a tome of all my innermost desires; a beautiful book that holds all the words I cherish most. My own delicious thoughts and dreams–black ink on paper. An entire page is dedicated solely to various cuts of steak and beckons to me: “Would the princess prefer…
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Plonk & Pleasure: a manifesto

Well, baby, it’s been a year. Happy Birthday, blog. I haven’t even come close to reaching the goals that I set for myself when I started this venture. By the one year mark, I was really hoping to have at least 1,000 Instagram followers, some sort of income associated with my writing, and a local…
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Twist Food Truck: the plot twist in the local food truck scene that nobody saw coming…

I haven’t lived in Fort Wayne for very long by my own standards. I’m just coming up on two years and I still get very lost in this weird, wild city. But, I’ve been here long enough to know that 1) we love our food trucks and 2) we love a good smashburger. I thought…
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For Love of Pizza: I will never know a greater love…

I attended my second pizza night at Hawkins Family Farm and, although it almost felt like I was going against the wishes of the universe by attending, I had a beautiful evening. I invited a friend but she wasn’t able to make it, so I ventured on. Alone. A large section of the road heading…
