Tag: #FortWayne
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Dom’s Pie Shop: pizza is not a punishment…

Pizza is more reliable than any lover I’ve ever known. Like a Tina Turner song, pizza is simply the best. I call it when I need it–when my heart is on fire. It’s always there. Dependable. Predictable. Whether New York Style, Detroit Style, or even Chicago Deep Dish: when you order a pizza, you basically…
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Yeasty Boy Bread Co: this bread is giving…thanks…

I know my last blog post dealt heavily with the importance of bread and introduced the newly minted philosophy of “better than bread,” but I’m not ready to shut up about bread; not yet. Bread is important to me. If bread isn’t important to you too, I don’t think we can be friends. While, for…
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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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Brew260xVolchy: brunch has never been this cereal-sly delicious

The word ‘heaven’ is sure to conjure up images in all of our minds. For some, it’s the paradise that awaits us after death: full of cherubs, harps, and loved ones we lost too soon. No shame to the sinners for whom heaven is a fairytale you don’t buy into. I’m just the same–I’ll save…
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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…
