Scrambled poached over easy over medium over hard sunny side up hard boiled soft boiled screaming with tabasco with … More
Category: Flavortown USA
What’s that smell wafting on the wind? A gourmet hotdog with the works or the everything patty melt? Are we blinded by the sheen of Guy Fieri’s chlorine bleached tips? How does one deconstruct the deconstructed? Welcome to Flavortown USA, where food writing takes on a whole new spin.
“Friendship Noses,” a Flavortown USA poem by Adam Coday
The moment it’s worth it, I’ll eat the pickled Brussels sprouts. —the moment I prefer the needle to fix … More
“Debt,” a Flavortown USA nonfiction essay by Christopher Bowen
ARE YOU HUNGRY THE WAY I used to be? When I was a culinary student, I was always hungry … More
“When the Chicken Slowly Cooks You Back,” a short story for Flavortown USA by Harrison Cook
WHEN MY GRANDMA WAS ON the farm, she snapped around one thousand chicken necks and in one day killed, … More
Danny Caine: Three FLAVORTOWN Poems from HFR Vol. 9
Last Will & Testament When I die bury me at Randall Park Mall beside the pebbled fountain where coiny … More
Visit Flavortown USA: Submissions Call
NEW ONLINE FEATURE! Flavortown USA. Submissions now open. Read more below. What’s that smell wafting on the wind? A … More
