Ann Lemons Pollack

  • Clos Pegase: Wine and Art

    To a high-wire walker in a circus, balance equals life. To a winemaker, or a wine drinker, balance is almost as important. It is a fine line that sets excellent wine apart from ordinary, and it is present in many areas when one thinks about the pleasure of wine. The balance between alcohol and acidity

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  • Chicken Liver Nirvana

    One Christmas Eve a few years back in Singapore, we had lunch at Banana Leaf Curry House, located in the neighborhood called Little India. It was an incredible meal, in part due to our first taste of chicken liver curry. Now, we know not everyone is a chicken liver fancier, and that’s fine by us.

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  • From the Pestalozzi Street Crowd

    Anheuser-Busch seems determined to create any and all possible alcoholic beverages, and their operation sometimes boggles the mind of an ordinary drinker. I didn’t get involved with the efforts of A-B until I was a Mizzou freshman lo, those many years ago. I got to Columbia with a mass of World War II veterans, and

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  • Panama City, FL

    Have you ever noticed that good breakfast places are a lot harder to find than spots that serve tasty lunches or dinners? Folks are always tickled to talk about newest three-star joint they visited in Lyon, or share a favorite hole-in-the wall near St. Louis University, but more times than not, a query about breakfast

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  • Sausage and Soda

    St. Louis Mills, the giant sort-of discount mall off Highway 370 in northwest St. Louis County, is not my usual hangout. But on a recent excursion, two unexpected food finds popped up. The awesome sausage produced by Swiss Meats, in that wide spot in the road called Swiss, south of Hermann, is available at Missouri

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  • Madhur Jaffrey’s World Vegetarian

    Madhur Jaffrey’s World Vegetarian. Clarkson Potter, $40. 758 pp. I’m a sucker for vegetarian cookbooks. I grew up in a world of Meat, By God – even fish were somehow suspect – and canned vegetables or fresh ones cooked into sodden submission. But like a lot of St. Louisans of my generation, there was the

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