Arthur Mullen's blog
First weekend of summer, Etta and I watched meatballs and wet hot American summer. Roly Poly pounced on the window where the pigeons coo and got my diet coke can. He thought it was a bird. It was dented and emptying by the time I reached it. Etta made chicken breast with garlicky tzatziki, marinated… Continue reading Tocino and Longanisa
I went to the home of the tiger man, telling him the work was my whole thing. Don't worry, he told me, I have bigger plans for you- I want you to run the place. In one week I make the jump to the third restaurant, Michelin starred, in the stratosphere of service expectations. There… Continue reading Larry’s Lightbulb
One leaves his leaves at home being a mullen and sends up a lighthouse to peer from: I will have my way, yellow--A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller as they grow more--Liar, liar, liar! You come from her! I can smell her-kiss on your clothes. Ha! you come to… Continue reading Merlins’ Cave