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Coffee Talk: Nitro

Java Central in Westerville is a location scout’s dream of a coffee shop. Situated on the corner of State street and a charming brick alley, right across from Otterbein College, the location has a variety…

Photo by Chris Casella

Sugar and Spice

Visiting a friend lately, I mentioned that I was stopping by Sweet Carrot, a newcomer to the Grandview restaurant crawl. Before she had a chance to answer, her son piped up, “They have great macaroni…

Photo by Chris Casella

Urban Legend

When I was younger, I fantasized about living in the J. Crew catalogue. Wanted to melt into the pages, have saltwater hair, frolic on the dunes in a cable-knit sweater in front of my perfectly…

Give-and-Bake

Clintonville’s section of High Street is teeming with brick buildings; some squat to the ground, others soar a couple stories high. Approaching the North Broadway intersection, however, a smile of yellow rises alongside the busy…

Photos by Megan Leigh Barnard

The Brass Ring

After months of hammering, building, and revisioning, Brassica has finally risen from the clouds of construction dust. The Northstar group’s new Short North food adventure recently opened to a waiting public, nurtured on the reputation…

Photos by Megan Leigh Barnard

Poké Men

Imagine walking into the local gas station and instead of finding rolling hot dogs sweating pig juice and cardboard pizza with questionable cheese, you see bowls of super fresh cubed ahi tuna marinated in soy…

Going Whole Hog

“First, peel the skin back.” “Then, dive into the cheeks.” “The flesh just behind the ears is the most tender.” While it sounds like Hannibal Lector giving tips to carnivorous Hannibal Junior, it’s not. It’s…

Photo by Chris Casella

King Harvest

During my sophomore and junior years of college, I took a year off. You know, the one where you work a crap job and party yourself out so you can go back to school and…

Photos by Chris Casella

Second Wave

Remember those Choose Your Own Adventure books that we read as kids? The one where you make a choice at the end of every chapter and each choice lead to different stories? The menu at…

Photos by Megan Leigh Barnard

Sloshed & Found

I still mourn my old leather jacket. It was gorgeous—kinda badass, but all cut in at the sides for a sexy little fit. She was witness to, well, far more youthful transgressions than I care to…

Photos by Megan Leigh Barnard & Chris Casella

Family Style

It’s hard enough being in a relationship—imagine not only living with someone but working with them as well? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. The courts are littered with the divorce papers of those tried…

Photos by Megan Leigh Barnard

Remembrance of Things Past

Maggie and Nathan’s Biroschak’s kitchen is filled with ghosts. Not pot-rattling poltergeists or cuddly Caspers, but the ghosts of objects past. Walking through the newlywed’s house, there is a bright lobster themed ’60s key-party bowl…

Illustration by Alix Ayoub

Cooking with Fire

Kitchens, be they fancy-schmancy five-star set-ups, shotgun diner torpedoes, or hustle-bustle catering operations, run like a national championship football team. The order gets hiked to the expeditor, thrown over to the sous chef, and hustled…

Photo by Megan Leigh Barnard

Making Up Space

Innovation exists somewhere in the murky middle between establishment and fantasy. It’s not always neat and tidy, and it is certainly never predictable. Originality is pushing and pulling at comfort zones, stretching them into new…

Photo courtesy of BalletMet

Fall Arts Guide

Flip-flops and popsicles, breezy outdoor movies and sweaty concerts make the summer months an outdoor playground for the arts. Festivals celebrate culture and community, street art and street food, sunshine smiles and lukewarm liquor. Now…

Bowl Game

From within the rushing current of food, both traditional and new, occasionally a dish rides a wave to the surface: think about bacon’s everlasting moment—served with everything from chicken to chocolate—or the tuna tartare crest,…

Photo by Chris Casella

A New Spin

Half a dozen bizarre mallets are piled up near the entrance to the caged court on 11th Avenue. Kind of like croquet equipment placed in a blender—neon green, hot pink, beat-up white, black, all attached…

Illustration by Alix Ayoub

A Place in Line

“Sell those ladies a license!” boomed a voice, and the room went up in cheers. For Jimmie Beall and Mindy Ross, the words were a long time coming. Sitting in the flower and bird feeder-filled…

Photo by Megan Leigh Barnard

Tai One On

My first tiki experience was my senior prom way back in the day. We all piled into a limo and headed to Trader Vic’s in Washington D.C., the OG of Polynesian-themed restaurants. I recall lots…

Photo by Black Locust

Women of the Heartland

Everyone sing along: Old McDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. While we can certainly appreciate the universal nature of the tune, guess what? The original lyrics, as recorded in 1917’s tome Tommy’s Tunes, went like this:…

Babe City

Babe-tacular! Babe-licious! Babe-curious! Babe-ulous! Babe-tastic! Babe-telligent! If it’s a babe word game, it’s a good sign Creative Babes are around. This time, the group is at the Columbus Commons, gathered together to support Babe Jackie…

Photos by Chris Casella

The heART of the home

Yeah, I have a project pile. A bunch of finds I picked up in my various travels to thrift, secondhand, and resale stores that caught my eye for some reason—the line of a table leg,…

Photo by Chris Casella

Sunny Side Up

Afew years ago, I heard then U.S. Poet Laureate Kay Ryan read a poem with the word “albumen” in it. Aaal-buuu-men. It just dropped out of her mouth like saltwater taffy, the vowels stretchy and…

You Ate What?

Guilty pleasures—those stolen moments that feed our id. Whether it’s binge-watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians or adults secretly crushing on boy bands, guilty pleasures are like a dose of self-aware indulgence that keeps the…

Photos by Chris Casella

Rock Mobster

“We’d draw a pig on a bouy and hope someone would say, ‘Who painted a pig on that bouy?’” said Brett Fletcher, leaning into the punchline. The whole table laughs, sitting outside under a creaky…

Photos by Megan Leigh Barnard

Fantastic Forage

I remember…I remember sitting on the slanted roof of my little friend Betsy’s garage, gossiping about our fellow fifth graders, and mindlessly reaching up to pull mulberry after mulberry off the tree that arched over the…

Photos by Chris Casella

Truck Takeover

I’m sitting on the patio at Meisters’, the smell of the next table’s pizza making my stomach growl, but not as much as the conversation going on in front of me. Two chefs are talking…

Photo by Chris Casella

Take a Dip

Sitting among the offhand hipsterdom of Fox in the Snow Café, Dara Schwartz, in her brilliant pink and orange, is a shiny flamingo in a sea of monochromatic tones and black skinny jeans. Matching the…

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