It may sound odd, but I’ve come to value replicas of food more than the real thing—because even the meal of a lifetime is over in a matter of hours, but a plastic shrimp is a joy forever....

When we started asking about our staff’s favorite Easter memories, we were surprised to learn of such far-reaching traditions as crawfish boils, Mexican chorizo, and … matzos?

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, the story of a woman who supported a family on fish scraps and a waitress’s salary in 1970s Boston.

A vintage whiskey ad hints at why I’m so partial to this quintessentially American spirit.

If roots mean a mindfulness of disparities in wealth and a concern for the entire family, I’d say we are finally heeding my grandfather’s advice.

There is joy in cooking at home with flavors borrowed from abroad, to be sure. But sometimes you just have to be there.

If you want to pass for a local in Puerto Rico, here’s a good rule of thumb: Don’t be caught with mint in your cocktail.

Chicago’s notoriously raucous, heckler-friendly hot dog joint is surprisingly tame place to grab a bite Monday through Friday.

A new crop of cookbooks sings the virtues of these beautifully crafted Japanese box lunches.

Maybe this project has turned me into a prude, but I’m not against having fun—especially when that fun comes in the form of a cassoulet cook-off.