In this post-apocalyptic wasteland where we spent hours having to make phone calls over wifi and another mysterious balloon questions our very place in this universe, you may be feeling lost…
We all have beloved Thanksgiving traditions. I, for instance, wander into AT&T Stadium and help myself to some dinner…
Normally, Loyal Scaiaholics would turn to me in search of a review of the newest food available at professional sporting events. This year, I stopped at Globe Life Field just before Opening Day but then had to make an unexpected trip to Ohio, then I nearly made an even more unexpected trip to Oklahoma City…
Every time a sports team has me show up to test their new menu, I think, “They’ll never find another place to hide cheese!” And every time, I’m wrong…
A couple times a year, Jerry Jones demands I come by AT&T Stadium and feast from his cornucopia of new dishes. And by “Jerry Jones,” I mean, “Legends, the concessions company he and the New York Yankees own,” and by “demands,” I mean, “allows…
After last week’s expose on charcuterie boards, an associate suggested my description of the goat cheese-wonton-honey trifecta was a bit off. Instead of finding a way to work the term, “insouciance,” into descriptions of foods, he suggested I start using “mouthfeel…