Chowhounds like to feed their friends at dinner parties, and what’s cooler than hosting a dinner party with a theme? Okay, it’s not that cool, but it could be fun. cackalackie suggests a Bollywood theme–serve...

What the curds have wrought for four pious women.

Like skin art for the table.

The Neapolitan oven to eat all others (in 40 to 90 seconds, tops).

Just in case you needed to eat a fried egg in the shape of a gun.

A DC sommelier proves that the two are not mutually exclusive.

Salon kicks off Pork Week with a thoughtful analysis of the raging hipness of bacon.

California’s Roshambo winery almost gets its own reality show.

As if the stock options weren’t enough, Google’s minions now wallow in seasonal delights at the company’s own locavore cafe.

Posh Spice puts her hubby on a “daughter diet,” which does not—as I originally thought—have anything to do with eating actual daughters.

Whip up Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, and pints of Butterbeer to keep you nourished as you read straight through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Time Out New York dives into the world of chef groupies.

Anyone tried it? The $15 cost seems too good to be true...

tattoo's for days on the sullen waitress who may have been short handed this morning. But fluffy eggs omelets with all kind of crazy creations. Pancakes, and others all looked good too. Lousy almost Starbucks like cappuccino at...

not smart enough to figure out where the door was to the place. My wife kept thinking, that’s the door to the tattoo parlor. Luckily. we were able to get our meal w/o tattoos. Thanks again for the recs.