by Paul Bass | Jul 29, 2015 4:34 pm | Comments (10)
The late, lamented Anchor restaurant and bar will rise again—with the same name, without a touch of its history.
by David Sepulveda | Jul 24, 2015 8:37 am | Comments (90)
A heated tête–à–tête between Westville Alder Adam Marchand and Carol Frawley, owner of Deja Brew Cafe, over bike lanes versus parking spots drew both recriminations and apologies in the wake of a public meeting held at the coffee shop.
by Lucy Gellman | Jul 21, 2015 12:10 pm | Comments (12)
Drip coffee. Iced coffee. Small coffee. Tall coffee. Live music?
by Allan Appel | Jul 15, 2015 1:30 pm
The cheese oozing out from that classic French pastry, those savory gougeres, was warm and plentiful. Tricolor flags flew from an 18-inch replica of the Eiffel Tower that towered over a fish bowl where people dropped their business cards. And “La Marseillaise” was on the people’s lips, along with traces of the fromage.
by Aliyya Swaby | Jul 8, 2015 4:51 pm | Comments (11)
Five Guys narrowly beat out Shake Shack in a recent opening battle of downtown’s newest burgers. But how would they both fare against Louis’ Lunch, Rudy’s, Box 63, and Prime 16?
by Markeshia Ricks | Jul 8, 2015 9:47 am | Comments (5)
The burrito started out the way so many burritos start: with a flour tortilla.
What Sasha Feliciano loaded the steamed flour tortilla up with next probably would have made you pause and say either, “Why would anyone do that?” or “Why didn’t I think of that?”
by Aliyya Swaby | Jul 1, 2015 1:32 pm | Comments (1)
The Guzman siblings used to knead and bake sweet, nutty pan de fiesta to sell at festivals in their home town of Tlaxcala, Mexico.
When they moved to New Haven, they brought the party to Grand Avenue.
by Stephanie Addenbrooke | Jun 23, 2015 5:24 pm | Comments (16)
A second sizzling chain opened its doors, and a downtown burger war was joined.
by Lucy Gellman | Jun 19, 2015 1:06 pm | Comments (2)
“I love making people laugh ... in the back of all my hijinks and hilarities, you’re gong to just feel better about yourself,” said Shawn Bodey, sipping his coffee on a recent morning at Cafe Romeo. At his sandaled feet, his dog Soul searched for loose toast crumbs, settling under the table after he had found a few. Bodey pulled down his sunglasses, adjusted his plaid overshirt, and looked up at the sky, an unadulterated shade of New Haven blue with a few cloudy wisps floating past.
by Markeshia Ricks | Jun 18, 2015 11:03 am | Comments (4)
The fish was splayed on the cutting board as though given wings. But with its missing head, the only thing it was flying toward was a vat of hot oil.