Email Author Randall Roberts
An ode to liquid, the wetness that passes through your lips, massages your taste buds and, in a split second, changes them forever. A song in... More >>
Editor's note: A correction ran concerning this story; see end of article. As 2003 dies out, the year isn't suggesting any easy... More >>
Wrong and wrong. Wrong because this "martini" is sweet, so it's best ordered after dinner, rather than anytime, when we ordered it. We... More >>
When it comes to getting messed up, we humans are an ingenious bunch. Find a new plant while scrounging for sustenance? There's a good chance that... More >>
And what about the squirrels? Do they have enough nuts for the next four months? Blankets? Chai? And those still scurrying around desperately on... More >>
Raise a glass to the Cup of Coffee, the engine of industry, the most delicious and gratifying of the minor, reasonably harmless addictions, a... More >>
Missy Elliott is damned lucky that she can spot a beat and that she hooked up with Timbaland early on, because she sure as hell can't write more... More >>
At the Upstairs Lounge on South Grand, they make this drink called the Kublai Khan, a fact that sets the mind reeling in many directions... More >>
Silence at a restaurant is a wonderful thing, even if the first few moments after the grand entry into La Piazza sting. There you are, alone and... More >>
There are days when the best of your emotions -- those gentle, forgiving, lovely, tender impulses -- hover at the surface, float... More >>
Jay Nicks is a little guy, stands maybe five-seven. Scraggly-ass goatee hanging from the bottom of his chin -- he probably couldn't grow a full... More >>
Oh, the wonders of humanity, that we as a race have perfected not only the art of hot-rodding, fibbing, electric toothbrushing and Hacky... More >>
A $50 bottle of wine goes quite well with a takeout Vito's red-pepper-and-mushroom pizza, we know this much is true. It brings out the pure... More >>
You know these people. If not firsthand, then from their work. Surely you've heard Joni Mitchell -- Court and Spark, perhaps? -- over... More >>
If you're lucky enough, while dining at I Fratellini, to be fluent in Italian, the Hustler of languages (to French's Playboy), you... More >>
Sometimes life feels like it's riding on red velvet. Your Hyundai's running like a Bentley and your ass looks better in the Dickies than in the... More >>
No, it doesn't contain toasted ravioli purée, Provel cheese, Michelob Ultra or single-engine airplane fuel, so you're just going to have to... More >>
In the beginning, there was rhythm. Hairy hominids banging bones. Then, pokey Neanderthals discovered the handclap -- they grunted with glee --... More >>
SAT 9/27 Left Bank Books has been on a roll of late, bringing some of our most influential cultural voices to the city. This week... More >>
Those of us now floating aimlessly in the existential ocean after losing our anchor, Johnny Cash, will have to find some other rock to tether... More >>
During the first week of September, at least one DeBaliviere-area cicada crawled out of bed at exactly 5:23 p.m., stretched her wings, then rubbed... More >>
Some phrases are almost too poetic, too evocative, too pure. Such as: "electric eels under the covers"; "I can't stand the rain against my... More >>
It must be a load to bear, to find yourself as a bellwether for an entire downtown revitalization, which is the odd situation that Kitchen K is... More >>
Editor's note: A correction ran concerning this story; see end of article. Do your ears hang low? Do they... More >>
Chocolate. Light of our lives, fire of our loins. Our sin. Our soul. Choc-o-late. Pucker the lips, jump back to click the throat, then to... More >>
