Timothy Jacobson

As a symbol of that way of life, no space on any other ship could compare with Normandie’s grand restaurant

What Bacon’s Castle looks like inside and out has about it the undeniable strangeness of the past

Here the ancient actually beats out the modern

All the sadness of lost youth hovers over Normandy

Cold grates on cold nights are grim. Warm bright ones lift the spirits, whatever tidings the day may have brought

A celebration dinner demands competence rather than brilliance in the kitchen, and, of far greater value, the benison of guests of the right sort

I do not know if there was corn in Eden but would like to think so

These days, we are long into the age of commercial breadbaking and far-removed from the sight of a field of waving wheat

Revisiting the de facto Dutch capital blurs time and space

Cooking is craft, not art, and food porn disorders our senses

The Nashville restaurant has been in operation without interruption and under the same family ownership for eighty-nine years

He wrote about good living, which he strove determinedly — often flamboyantly — to practice

We’ve been lost at sea ever since

Our priority is therapeutic: to be comfortable and feel welcome

History takes you out of yourself at Kill Devil Hills and Cape Hatteras

Mosley’s hails from a past age but prospers fine in this one