Dollar Grub Goes on Vacation

Eating 10 one-dollar slices of pizza nearly destroyed me. “I hurt so bad,” I told my photographer Sam. We’d just completed our last Dollar Grub adventure, exploring the greasy world of discount pizza, and my stomach felt like a war zone. “I need a break from cheap food.”

Those are words I never imagined I’d utter. Over the past three-plus years, I’d filled my iron stomach with pig ears and medicinal liquor, dodgy beef empanadas and cut-rate ice cream cones. Nothing fazed me. But with bargain-basement pizza, I’d reached my breaking point. Perhaps I could take a sabbatical from inexpensive eats, or maybe a…vacation?

“Dollar Grub needs a vacation!” I told my editor. He agreed, likely feeling guilty about sending me on my pizza mission. Thus, last week I brought my appetite to New York City’s twin capitals of sunny, sandy relaxation: Coney Island and Rockaway Beach. My one-dollar limit was temporarily lifted, and I was no longer confined to eating fried dough in its many, many forms. From skyscraping tortas to luscious to crunchy arepas to cheeseburgers that, in the best way possible, recalled McDonald’s, here’s how Dollar Grub spent its summer vacation.

NOTE: Metromix has since folded and deleted all of my stories. Alas! Will try to find a way to get them back.

Dollar Pizza. Or, My Worst Idea Ever

Photo: Sam Horine

I am a man filled with many bad ideas, but this may have been the worst: spend the day carousing Manhattan, eating nothing bu slices of pizza that cost a buck. The adventure was for my Metromix Dollar Grub column, a moment of low-cost inspiration I'm still ruing all these years later. Want to see me go from hungry to queasy? Check out the full story at Metromix. Eat it up! Sorry, the company has folded and deleted my story.

Metromix Article: Dollar Grub, Hell's Kitchen

Photo: Sam Horine

In the ongoing quest to shove nutritionally dubious foodstuffs into my mouth, I pen the Dollar Grub series for Web site Metromix. In this edition, I hit Hell's Kitchen and consume more dollar pizza than one man should ever consume in one afternoon. And eat ice cream while standing in front of a by-the-hour hotel. Curious? Read the article here!

Sichuan Food: The Spice Is Right!

Makes your sinuses spontaneously leak, eh?

Heavens, I'll take second helpings of any spicy Sichuan food. It's my favorite cuisine, one that simultaneously numbs my tongue and sets my lips aflame. "Well, if you love it so much, why not write a story about it?" you ask. I did. Today's tale, the Bob Barker–referencing "Spice Is Right," is my survey of the Sichuan spots dotting our fair burg. Curious? Eat it up!

Year in Dining: Restaurant Double-Takes

How can you tell these restaurants apart? Hire me and I'll tell you!

You know, every week I write reams of stories that I'm remiss about telling y'all about. Why? Perhaps laziness. Perhaps! But now I'll aim to do better and spread the gospel of my adjectives and adverbs. Huzzah! Today's tale: a piece for Metromix about how to tell similarly named restaurants apart. It's service journalism at its finest, my friends. Curious? Read ahead!