Author: Micah Redfield
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Just like James Bond, this martini shoots to kill | On the Table
Uttered over a game of Baccarat at Les Ambassadeurs Club in 1962, Bond’s eponymous, signature line has become his most famous. Yet, the now immortal line, “Bond. James Bond,” is rivaled for fame by another. One having to do with a martini. For any casual fan of the MI6 agent with a license to kill,…
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Just like James Bond, this martini shoots to kill | On the Table
Uttered over a game of Baccarat at Les Ambassadeurs Club in 1962, Bond’s eponymous, signature line has become his most famous. Yet, the now immortal line, “Bond. James Bond,” is rivaled for fame by another. One having to do with a martini. For any casual fan of the MI6 agent with a license to kill,…
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Just like James Bond, this martini shoots to kill | On the Table
Uttered over a game of Baccarat at Les Ambassadeurs Club in 1962, Bond’s eponymous, signature line has become his most famous. Yet, the now immortal line, “Bond. James Bond,” is rivaled for fame by another. One having to do with a martini. For any casual fan of the MI6 agent with a license to kill,…
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At this Colorado Springs restaurant, it doesn’t matter if you’ve never been to Malaysia | On the Table
Eyebrows raised, I looked skeptically as my bespectacled friend, the one with the penchant for suede elbow-patches and sweater vests. “Malaysian food?” I asked. Not confident I had heard the professor correctly. “Really? In the Springs?” I may have sounded somewhat flummoxed, but our fair city is not known for a broad range of international…
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At this Colorado Springs restaurant, it doesn’t matter if you’ve never been to Malaysia | On the Table
Eyebrows raised, I looked skeptically as my bespectacled friend, the one with the penchant for suede elbow-patches and sweater vests. “Malaysian food?” I asked. Not confident I had heard the professor correctly. “Really? In the Springs?” I may have sounded somewhat flummoxed, but our fair city is not known for a broad range of international…
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At this Colorado Springs restaurant, it doesn’t matter if you’ve never been to Malaysia | On the Table
Eyebrows raised, I looked skeptically as my bespectacled friend, the one with the penchant for suede elbow-patches and sweater vests. “Malaysian food?” I asked. Not confident I had heard the professor correctly. “Really? In the Springs?” I may have sounded somewhat flummoxed, but our fair city is not known for a broad range of international…
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The Whole30 experience at Prime25 | On the Table
It was Day 23 of this accursed Whole30 elimination diet. (In an attempt to identify problematic foods, 30 are spent not enjoying grains, dairy, sugar, legumes and worst, alcohol.) Our thought was, We need to dine out, but we aren’t allowed to eat most anything on God’s green earth. What to do? A steakhouse was…
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The Whole30 experience at Prime25 | On the Table
It was Day 23 of this accursed Whole30 elimination diet. (In an attempt to identify problematic foods, 30 are spent not enjoying grains, dairy, sugar, legumes and worst, alcohol.) Our thought was, We need to dine out, but we aren’t allowed to eat most anything on God’s green earth. What to do? A steakhouse was…
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The Whole30 experience at Prime25 | On the Table
It was Day 23 of this accursed Whole30 elimination diet. (In an attempt to identify problematic foods, 30 are spent not enjoying grains, dairy, sugar, legumes and worst, alcohol.) Our thought was, We need to dine out, but we aren’t allowed to eat most anything on God’s green earth. What to do? A steakhouse was…
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Whole lotta suffering through Whole30 | On the Table
No wine for 30 days. No butter for 30 days. No bread or granola or French cheese or gin martinis or wine or even peanut-butter for a gruelingly tedious span of 30 whole days. How is a person supposed to endure? How is a food critic even supposed to live?! Why would I do this…