PinnedDan Angus MorrisonDemocracies, Tell Your Story Or Someone Else WillThe tremors in Italy these past weeks have been political, not volcanic.Oct 24, 2022Oct 24, 2022
Dan Angus MorrisonThe Day The Opera Curtain Came DownWe had burgers. Rare, with lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise. We ate them in saddness, with a side of gratefulness, the way you do at a funeral…Sep 12, 2021Sep 12, 2021
Dan Angus MorrisonFood Stories: Ms. Kitty’s Beet MartiniParis doesn’t do martinis. I pined for one recently and my mind wandered back to Virginia.Aug 16, 2017Aug 16, 2017
Dan Angus MorrisonFood Stories: Dinner with PierrePierre had made good on his promise — to have me over for Escargot Catalan. He was two years late.Aug 2, 2017Aug 2, 2017
Dan Angus MorrisonFood Stories: My Own Private Zagat: My Wife’s LeftoversNote: This article originally appeared in the New York Observer in 2002. Sadly, several of these NY restaurants are no longer with us. And…Jan 25, 2017Jan 25, 2017
Dan Angus MorrisonFood Stories: How Deep Is A Bowl of Soup?How deep is a bowl of soup? I don’t know, but I got a glimpse while spending a few days in silence with the Benedictine monks of Saint…Dec 22, 20161Dec 22, 20161
Dan Angus MorrisonBandwidthAaron had read somewhere that the first mention of the Château de La Rochepot in Burgundy was in the 13th century. Once upon a time, it was…Oct 20, 2016Oct 20, 2016
Dan Angus MorrisonBandwidthGraham and Jagmetti had agreed to meet at Atelier de la Grand Ile in Brussels, a Russian place that smelled of burnt wood where vodka…Aug 28, 2016Aug 28, 2016
Dan Angus MorrisonBandwidthMore than 640 kilometers away in the small Dutch university town of Groningen, a twenty-nine-year-old graduate student named Peter Van…Aug 22, 2016Aug 22, 2016
Dan Angus MorrisonBandwidth“Monique, Graham here. Listen, I’m on my mobile so I might lose you. Tell Alfred that I need that dossier finalized in a fortnight … What’s…Aug 14, 2016Aug 14, 2016
