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The first time I witnessed a grown man weep over a bowl of pasta, it wasn’t at some Michelin-starred Italian...

Picture this: You’re walking down a narrow cobblestone street in Athens at midnight, the warm Mediterranean air carrying the intoxicating...

I still remember the first time I watched a line cook at a gastropub in Portland crush up a bag...

I’ll never forget the first time I served bruschetta chicken at my restaurant in downtown Chicago. A regular customer—an elderly...

I still remember the first time I tasted authentic Tuscan chicken at a tiny trattoria tucked away in the hills...

I still remember the first time I had proper Philly steak cheese fries. It was after midnight at this little...

The first time I served creamy ranch chicken at my restaurant’s staff meal, the kitchen fell silent. It wasn’t the...

Last summer, I found myself staring at a bowl of leftover grilled chicken and a package of dried cranberries, wondering...

I still remember the first time I tasted a properly executed Chicken Marsala. It was at my Italian grandfather’s table,...

I still remember the first time I saw these three dishes come together at my cousin’s backyard cookout in Memphis....