WHEN YOU LIVE IN A forest, there isn’t much to do but lie on your side and eat the … More
Category: Flavortown USA
Calling all gluttons, picky eaters, fry cooks, servers: get on the grill with the burnt edges for HFR. Welcome to “Flavortown USA,” where food writing takes on a whole new spin.
Six Flavortown USA Poems by Eddie Kim
Untitled (With Final Line from Roethke) An elegant and corpulent diner in Costco sweats is dancing at this buffet—the … More
“Requiem: Fin Inn,” a Flavortown USA poem by Avery Gregurich
for M.T. Let’s debate ovals, acoustics, the moral virtues of curveballs. We’ll do it loud, live, staggering atop the … More
Flavortown USA Fiction: “Dangerous Soup” by Alicia Bones
Diner comment cards from The Wild Boar: “The soup’s the only thing I ever order because it’s the … More
Flavortown USA: Five Capsicum Poems by Steven Ray Smith
Tabasco I repeat I was not named after that vinegary tincture you sluice upon your cackleberries You and I … More
Flavortown USA Fiction: “Cake Every Day” by Mike Lewis-Beck
LIAM FINDS HIMSELF AT A crossroads. His wife, Carla, has exiled him from their comfortable Iowa home, and he’s … More
Flavortown USA: Three Poems by Jennifer Martelli
We baked pearls made of denture material in a blueberry pie —Efferdent Commercial The first satisfaction is the fork … More
“After the Hot Dog Eating Contest,” a Flavortown USA poem by Avery Gregurich
for Dean Young I too have to start with a bite out of the middle part, the place … More
Flavortown USA Poetry: “On Eggs” by Evan Williams
Scrambled poached over easy over medium over hard sunny side up hard boiled soft boiled screaming with tabasco with … More
“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