Weekly Column

You can buy almost anything in New Orleans. You can buy a fine meal, a good seat for a great…

It’s king cake season. Those four words don’t carry a lot of weight across 90% of this country. Though in…

It looks like 2023 will go down as the year of the king cake— at least in my book. I…

NEW ORLEANS— In a poll of national food critics I believe New Orleans would be listed among the top three…

The following is the first in a summer-column series that will cover dining in New Orleans. Over the next four…

This past weekend was a memorable one for our family. Our 26-year old daughter got engaged to her longtime boyfriend.…

Perfection finally showed up at my house last week. I ate it over the kitchen sink. It took 64 years…

I was married by an Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas. His name was Norm. Both of those sentences are true.…

His childhood friends called him Dickie. His mother called him Richard, usually when he was in trouble. The Air Force…

Forty people from 10 states boarded a bus in Jackson. Most of them, if you'd pressed them, probably figured Mississippi…

The day before we opened The Downtowner in Gulfport, the leadership team and I sat around a table and just…

I'm not scared of failing. I'm scared of living a life that didn't matter. I've fallen down a lot. I've…

The cooks didn't show up. Not one of them. Not the prep cook, not the dishwasher, not the line cook…

He was sticking needles in his arms at 19 because he couldn't get the cocaine into his system fast enough…

CHICAGO—The first restaurant show I ever attended we still wrote guest checks by hand. You took the order on a…