Angel Djambazov

Thank Goodness for Comfort Food

I am eating homemade fried chicken for breakfast. I don’t recommend this as a habit, but indulgence is a wonderful thing. Often in the quest for that ever more amazing dish I forget there is more to food than eating at places with sommeliers. Not implying a good pairing of wine doesn’t do wonders for food, it’s just that sometimes the comfort food provides is worth more than fancy dress.

Last weekend I found myself on a comfort food quest. Three local greasy spoons in three days. A craving for pie spurred this. Chocolate pie.

You see I am one of those…

Goodbye to Baby Godzilla

Our household has been still for a week now. I imagine its the same stillness and quiet after Godzilla leaves.

The city of course is never the same. At least until the next film when it is miraculously rebuilt. But when you watch Godzilla movies you’re not focused on the city. Godzilla’s personality is simply to big to allow anything else on the screen. And don’t give me the digital Godzilla, that phony coopted film with Mathew Broderick, I want the real thing because sometimes there is no greater joy than watching a man in a rubber suit knock down buildings.

Because…

Breakable You and The Bridge

On the surface these two books have nothing in common. One is about a family in Manhattan with close ties to the publishing industry. The other is a magical realism story about a man living on an endless bridge and the timelines that intersect through him. I guess that’s the key, timelines.

Rarely do I read a novel straight through. Often I will lay down a book for several months before finishing it. This was the case with Ian Banks’ The Bridge. I had set it down not because of lack of interest but because it got misplaced in the shuffle…