Fly me to the (Jake) Moon

For this year's birthday dinner, I wanted something lowkey. I simply wanted a good meal in a place I could enjoy with my boys. After consulting with The Wine Consultor and talking tables with Table Hopping's Steve Barnes, Clarksville's Jake Moon came out ahead as the crowd favorite. I made a reservation. On Saturday evening … Continue reading Fly me to the (Jake) Moon

Love and hate in the 518

Knowing me as you do, you can probably predict that there are far more things that I love about the Capital District than I hate. How about we just get the negatives on the table so we can get to the good stuff? I really hate the careless drivers I observe during my runs around … Continue reading Love and hate in the 518

The sky’s the limit – two tales from my weekend in restaurants

I'll begin with the planet piece, as in "what planet are you even from?" So, there was this party of five who wandered in from Lark Fest seeking a table.  They were neat in appearance and seemed reasonably intelligent.  Their preference was for a table on the back patio, but unfortunately we did not have … Continue reading The sky’s the limit – two tales from my weekend in restaurants

Twenty-five years to life

I don't know how it happened, but this month marked 25 years since I first moved to Albany. I wonder, does the fact that I've lived here more than half of my life make me an Albanian? So many of my life's milestones occurred here, in one of America's most unfriendly cities, that, no matter … Continue reading Twenty-five years to life

Wading in with my new wellies

Let me open with a nod to Saratoga in August: I've got no horse in this race. I state this has an attempt to assure you that I have no investment in the current Capital District food blogging dust-up. But while I don't really care either way about who is "right," I'm not without some … Continue reading Wading in with my new wellies