The smell of freshly baked bread wafts through Hannah's Bretzel, a downtown restaurant where the ovens are lined with rows of pretzel bread loaves that are sold on their own and used to make sandwiches filled with hams, cheeses and other gourmet ingredients.

I can cook, but there are days I hate being in the kitchen, especially during the week when I'm working.

I confess: Barbecue has been on my mind ever since I wrote about Hogan's Hickory House BBQ last week.

In a place designed to be delicate and dynamic, women gathered for tea.

Back in the day - way, way back - when folks wore linen tunics and laurel-leaf crowns, they ate something so called "Alita Dolcia."