“Is that Neapolitan pizza – in Worcester?” I asked a friend via Instagram when I saw a telltale blistered pie pop up in his feed.
“You’re missing out by living in CT!” he responded.”
“Dude, we own Neapolitan style here in Connecticut,” I retorted.
Category Archives: Massachusetts
Taste of Hartford Roundup; Korean Food In Chicopee
It’s a question I get rather regularly. “You must eat out all the time, huh?”
You’d be surprised. For one, I pay for all of my meals, so I’d be broke as a joke if I dined out every night. And we do a whole lot of cooking in our household, which is why the kitchen is always a splattered disaster and the fridge is always full of leftovers. But every so often I’ll find myself on a prolonged, multi-day stretch of restaurant visits.
And lucky for you, I’ve got a brand-new iPhone 5. Here’s a waterfall of photos to make you hungry.
The Wegmans Cult And Jamon Iberico From Spain
H.A.M.
I’d heard about the “Wegmans cult” distantly for years, mostly secondhand or thirdhand from friends who’d attended college in upstate New York. It sounded like a mythical place, a far-off fantasy land of a grocery store with a full liquor selection and a prepared-foods section to rival even a Vegas buffet. A nice image, but one I’d likely never see because life has yet to take me to Syracuse or Ithaca or Rochester.
And then the geniuses behind the superstores decided to take their game to Central Massachusetts, opening their first New England location in Northborough last October. Shoppers camped out overnight to be the first ones through the door. I still didn’t quite comprehend the fascination. But then I finally made my way there in the spring. And now I’m a believer.
Chicken and Waffles at Dirty Truth, Northampton
It was deja vu. Another towering platter arriving in front of me; another young couple to my left staring at it, agape. “What IS that?” they breathed.
Chicken and waffles stop the show, wherever you are. This beauty came courtesy of Dirty Truth in Northampton, Mass., which I’d only known previously as the beer hall with endless taps and staff members that always double-card me at the door. (Bouncer: “Do you have a student ID?” Me: “No. Will you take a faculty ID?)
Max Burger Opens In Longmeadow
The infamous Fatty Melt
It’s here. It’s here. It’s really here.
Max Burger is now open in Longmeadow – less than five miles from my house. I spent Friday afternoon with the crew, getting this “behind the scenes” photo gallery for my day job at MassLive.
Food photography has never been my strong suit, but thanks to a kickass camera, careful plating by the chefs and natural light, I was able to eke out some decent shots.
No more 60-70 minute round trip for a Kobe Fun Guy and truffle spuds. These burgers are now in my backyard.