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An Artist of a Different Kind
If you like chocolate and you like art, accompany Elizabeth as she meets with a French Canadian chocolatier with a thriving Midwestern business.
Diverse Chicago Cuisine
Explore another round of diverse dining in the Chicago area! From Indian cuisine to homemade ice cream, the Windy City has a food for you.
Hamburger Mary’s
A San Francisco franchise that is spreading across the country has made its way to St. Louis. Follow Elizabeth as she attends her first drag show at the nationwide restaurant Hamburger Mary’s, and learn why Hamburger Mary’s-St. Louis really is different.
Exploring Chicago Dining
Get a taste of Chicago’s dining experience! With gelato, deep dish pizza and Mediterranean cuisine, you’ll be ready to hit the Windy City – just be sure to bring your appetite!
What Drives Us
Columnist Katy Spence reflects on her experiences at the annual Cruisin’ Branson Lights car show in Branson, Mo., and the unforgettable challenges she faced to get to the show, such as getting over all of the hills along the way.
Becoming Mishpocheh
Columnist explores connections between Jewish culture and her internship with the National Council for Jewish Women-St. Louis. The organization works on several projects throughout the year to promote equal treatment of all individuals.
Hostel Heightens Culture
Columnist Jessica Rapp seeks a cure for her doldrums and stumbles upon the Huckleberry Finn Youth Hostel in St. Louis. The hostel provides a transculture experience for visitors, allowing them to associate with others from across the globe.
Some Beijingers Walk Backward
I was tired as hell. Spending 14 hours in a suffocating aircraft, choking down slimy eggplant will do that…
My First Black Tie Affair
Travel isn’t just for fun. Sometimes, taking a detour can serve an excellent purpose.
Take a wedding, for example. It’s a great place to meet new people – for business purposes, of course.
Band on the Road
I figure our band got its start the way most bands do.
One of my roommates had his guitar out, and the rest of us filed into his room
demanding a live show. He played every song we requested – for more than
an hour.
Jon kept interrupting Scott’s musicianship by reminding us all that he used
to have a bass guitar in high school.
“It was brown — no! It was cream. With a fret board like Scott’s. My bass,
that is.”
I scoffed, not only because Jon seemed to be lying, but because I spent years
preparing myself for this type of bragging. I’ve mastered two legendary instruments
of rock.
The piano and the trombone.
The only logical thing to do now was to form a group.
“I’ll just be the manager,” the last guy, Chad, decided. He only played the
trumpet. In seventh grade. The rest of us would be music gods.
As a new and momentarily unknown band, though, we’d first have to get ourselves
heard. And the best way to do that?
Hit the road.
