Now we’re talking. Hope your weekend includes cherry pie…
Haven’t done one of these for a while, but how often do you see a turnip as big as your head?
Coming home from the market Saturday, I finally found myself at an obvious Hantz Woodlands site, seen here: John Hantz is a local moneybags who has been trying to farm the urban prairies of Detroit for years, and kept getting swatted aside by various city agencies and other complainers. First he wanted to farm food, […]
How hipsterism settles into kitsch: Ten years ago this town couldn’t catch a break. Today, Detroit tsotchkes everywhere.
Everything’s coming up green. Finally.
There’s a place in the meat mall that has the world’s prettiest corned beef. Here’s the line. Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s day.
At least you can get a parking place this time of year. (Note the pig head on the counter.)
The only thing more pathetic than the silver-painted statue buskers are the people who are charmed by them.
Made in Detroit. No frills, reasonably priced. You can have it in any color, as long as it’s black. The Type A, natch. #ohhenry