I’m beginning to think there are two types of people in the world. For group one, going to a bar that doesn’t offer draft beer is a source of grave consternation. For group two, they couldn’t care less. Draft beer isn’t part of their make-up, certainly not part of their Friday at 5 pm. Well, should you find that you don’t know which group you fit into, might I suggest a stop by Steuben’s in the uptown neighborhood. Here, you can face the hard reality of no draft beer and see what you make of it…

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When I walked into the doors of the spiffy new Lime-xs, there was the faintest pang in my stomach. It erupted from the fact that I used to frequent Los Troncos, a shabby-ish neighborhood Mexican joint that used to occupy this space. Had I eaten more of their enchiladas, perhaps it’d still be here. Alas, the fact that I tried to keep my girth in check perhaps plays some small role in the fact that the space now houses something decidedly fresher.

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Around this time of year, a lot of food writers make a habit of filling their word count with different permutations of how to “combat” all the routine holiday eating. As if going out for burgers on Colfax or sushi on Old South Pearl is some sort of antidote to some sort of problem that stems from gorging on slices of turkey breast and the oft-overlooked cranberry. Either I don’t get it or I simply don’t agree

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