Author Archives: Rob Crilly

Texas toast in El Paso

It’s not so much the flowers, those bundles of white roses wilting in the Texas sun. Nor the cards with the handwritten messages riddled with a faith that is blind to the futility of it all. “Through the darkness light … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

A win and a bust in Vegas

This is the other Las Vegas. Take the turning off US95 where you see the iHOP sign and keep going past the Olive Garden until you are surrounded by unglitzy bungalows, their front yards filled with yellow, desert rocks (golden … Continue reading

Posted in Politics | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

A Brooklyn metaphor in a bun

  “Where is everyone?” At 12.40 on a Sunday in September – football season – the bar should have been heaving. The regulars would be a fair way through their half pints of Budweiser. (The smaller glasses ensure it stays … Continue reading

Posted in New York | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

Live and local in Atlantic City

  The whole point of being in Atlantic City was to write about the opening of the Hard Rock casino and resort. You know the places, right? Too-loud music and burgers. Guitars on the wall and burgers. Elvis’s roller and … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

What Anthony Bourdain taught me about food and about a ‘secret’ New York burger joint

It must be the worst-kept secret in New York. But still I can’t find it. First one way and then back the other. In on a door on West 56th Street and out through a bar on West 57th. Finally … Continue reading

Posted in New York | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

The Irma burger

There was a point when I wondered whether they were pulling my leg. I got the bit about their elegant home being built on the highest point of Broward County. And I followed the logic of wanting to be in … Continue reading

Posted in Barbecue, Hurricane, Uncategorized | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Hurricane or no hurricane, you can rely on the American Coffee Shop

It was the only place open. Its neon window sign proclaiming invincibility in the face of Hurricane Irma. The American Coffee Shop was open at 8am. I hadn’t had coffee in more than 36 hours and my body was protesting. … Continue reading

Posted in Hurricane | Tagged , , | 1 Comment