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This tweet (and subsequent tweets) just lit the entire internet on fire: 1) A @united gate agent isn’t letting girls in leggings get on flight from Denver to Minneapolis because spandex is not allowed? — Shannon Watts (@shannonrwatts) March 26, 2017 Whoa whoa whoa, Internet! It seems like we’ve got a pretty significant controversy on…
The weekend is upon us and these mid-summer weekends remind me of Spiderman, because with great weather comes great responsibility. You’ll feel guilty spending the whole time indoors with the sun shining outside, but coming up with a weekend warrior plan is so arduous and time-consuming. Instead of going through the same-old same-old “let’s go…
Today is National Hot Dog Day, a holiday I refuse to celebrate because holidays shouldn’t be designations made by marketers. Instead, I’ll use it as an excuse to write about the significant role hot dogs have always played in my life as a fourth-generation Chicagoan. Saturday lunch meant three things when I was growing up:…
I’ve never called 911 before. The closest I’ve come is calling the non-emergency police line when the cranky old man down the street threatened to do terrible things to my dog for peeing on his lawn (I still wish they had locked the guy up…). Last night, however, I made my first call to the…
My Facebook feed is currently filled with photos of people with their mothers. I think that’s sweet, but everyone can post a photo of their mom to Facebook. It’s the easy thing to do, like buying a bouquet of flowers or a card from the grocery store. While we all rush to say “I love…
While the majority of posts on Fly&Dine are about either flying, dining, or both at the same time, this story veers into a very different direction. If you’re not into tech stories of mystery and intrigue that detail my iCloud nightmare, perhaps you’d prefer to browse here instead? Two weeks ago, I got an email…
Seafood platters have earned a spot on my list of life’s simple pleasures. It’s right in between “the sound of my dog yawning” and “my girlfriend’s beautiful smile.” A cold platter of ultra-fresh seafood served on or near the beach is a reminder that we — as humans — did it. We got to the…
I’m sitting at Gate 150 at LAX’s Tom Bradley International Terminal. By tomorrow, I’ll be in France. Ever heard of it? It’s that place where the cheese and wine are plentiful and the terror attacks seem to be happening more frequently. I’ll be flying over the Atlantic and considering the recent spate of airplane crashes…
The description was simple: “linguine & clams, uni aglio-olio, chili, breadcrumbs.” What it should have said was: “heaven.” I went to a wine dinner last night at Son of a Gun here in LA where Galician winemaker Martin Codax was celebrating the start of National Seafood Month with massive amounts of Albariño paired with a…
“Chicken parm,” my stomach cooed. “Order the chicken parm and you won’t regret it.” The idea wriggled from my stomach into my brain and once it was there, I couldn’t get it out. I looked at every single option on the Bay Cities menu and even though I rarely stray from the standard Godmother or…
