Gribenes is all that, and a bag of chicken skin

You owe it to every skinless chicken breast, finger or nugget you’ve ever eaten to eat some chicken skin once in a while.  And now, possibly for a limited time, you can do just that at the Staff Meal truck.  They’re serving up some amazing tacos but...

What truckery is this?

If City Hall Plaza were the Garden of Eden – and that’s quite a stretch – there would be no Eve because once again, we had no ribs.  Yes, one week into our food truck survey we got stood up by the BBQ truck.  Again.  Stalwart Savory and Freshman...

My squabble with Typography Scrabble

I like Scrabble, I like the Oxford comma, and I like typography.  So why does the a new Scrabble set for Typographers (or at least people who like type) have me so out of sorts?   For those not hep enough to know, Typographer’s Scrabble is a redesigned Scrabble...

The Legend of the Passover Hamster

You know how every office has somebody that loves to tell stories, often the same ones again and agin?  I’m not gonna lie, it can be annoying, except when you get a really good story out of it.  This is one such story: The Legend of the Passover Hamster. It...

Trucky Truancy and the Chubby Chickpea

Some say schedules are made to be broken, and sure enough, we went 0 for 2 today when we set out to sample Boston Speed Dogs at the City Hall Plaza food truck pen.  The estimable Steven Leibowitz tweeted that the top Speed Dog had gone South to fetch a truck.  [On a...

The Mayor promised us ribs, but the General delivered

There were signs and portents, hints and allegations.  Food Truck season would begin again in April.  The fine folk at Universalhub tipped us off to the official City of Boston schedule of truckage, wherein it was written, and I qoth, City Hall Plaza Cluster Site...

Sleep like a log, wake up with wood

I thought my on and off romance with wooden-cased electronics and space-saving multi-function devices was finally headed for consummation with a Vers 1.5R ipod dock clock radio.  It had been backordered for months but was suddenly available again in walnut, my new...

Fear of Falafel

Are you afraid of falafel?  Well, if you is or if you ain’t, I direct your attention to a bout of the limeduck national sport, overthinking, going on over at the Clover Food Lab (and trucks), where they sell a sandwich called “chickpea fritter” that...

Mammoth tintypes and the magic of the meniscus

Yesterday I attended a rare demo of the 19th-century tintype photographic process by photographer Nathaniel Gibbons at (or at least just outside) Gallery Kayafas, where Gibbons’ “Mammoth Plate Tintypes” are on display. For those of you who are not...

Empty desk, beginners mind

Apparently, it’s time for my biennial office shuffle, as in the spring of 2009’s deckchair destiny and the great cube shuffle of 2007, we’re moving the office.  But this time, just after we got everything packed up and labeled, a last-minute hitch...