Ben Everett

The Best Student Eats in New York

I don’t know about the rest of you, but back where I grew up you couldn’t take a half-hour subway ride to a secret taxidermy restaurant, a pickled herring boutique, or a hipster-filled

Keeping Warm With a Liquid Coat

When it comes to the cold, I’m sort of a sissy. Growing up in Colorado, I spent countless hours restoring my core temperature by the fireplace or in a hot bath.

Food for Thought

One of my favorite little adages about life is that it's easy to get weird. This occurred to me the other day as I was cutting up a block of human brain and wondering what it would taste like.

Brain Food

Cooking up a batch of calf or lamb brains may seem unappealing. They require a trip out of the neighborhood. They seem like a lot of work. They are brains.

Summer Sipping

Classes may have started, but there are still two weeks of summer. Here are two drinks to enjoy before fall.

The Mojito

Pastis: Green Fairy With Clipped Wings

I've just spent a semester and a half in the front lines of pre-med, and have, with an eye to objectivity and falsifiability, observed the following: alcohol tolerance and social savvy are inversel

Food

There comes a moment when the neighborhood bar circuit shorts out.

That's a Fowl Shot

I stepped out into the pristine, close-cropped field, drank deeply of the frosty dawn air, frowned, and checked the bottoms of my boots. Both were clean.

Terrace in the Snow

Where atmosphere is concerned, restaurants are generally like cloisters: They ignore or disavow whatever happens to be outside their four walls, preferring to construct and control their own interi

Stollen Memories

"Will you come and listen to the bread?" is one of my favorite sentences, uttered by my father whenever he wants a second opinion on the loaf of Dresdner Stollen just pulled from the oven.