Tag Archives: Selwyn Lovely
Table on Ten Meets Bell End in 1978 at Woodsford Castle
Bloomville style quail egg pizza and grain-finished muscovy duck be damned. When in England, eat like the English. Better still, having culled Weymouth Oxfam for its Alison Steadman sartorial gems, ring in New Year 2013 by eating like the English … Continue reading
Bell End East – All Fruit and Nut at Woodsford Castle
Once in a while, when the fairytale momentarily flags at the Olde End, it becomes necessary to take the show on the road. Previous sojourns in places diverse as Venice, Catania, Paris, Istanbul and Marrakech have served to breathe momentary … Continue reading
An Embarrassment of Riches: Rob Howard’s Yuletide Fleshlite Studio
As if dead deer, dead rabbits, goats, cows, pigs, turkeys and potatoes weren’t enough. As if having the entire coterie of Disney characters bounding out of the forest and into a pot on the table wasn’t sufficient. What more? We’re … Continue reading
Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese – Worth Driving 175 Miles For?
Oh, My Lovelies. Four walls do not afford space enough to contain all the Bell End love. Let it be known: Saturday morning, at Inez and Justus’s inimitable Table on Ten in the northwestern Catskills, Selwyn will be cooking up tomato soup on … Continue reading
The Fall Season at Bell End – Brian Finke Smokes Ass
And so Labor Day sidles in like a trollop, reminding those still languishing in Mother Nature’s cleavage that Autumn is upon us. ’Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ said John Keats, not to mention ‘Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun’. Can’t … Continue reading
They Know the Croaking Chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes
Even as the bedrooms at Bell End have been clogged to capacity with residents from as far away as Polynesia and as near as Washington Avenue, the social hub has been curiously quiet. Right? Almost as if Selwyn sent his … Continue reading
Bell End Marge Returns to The Catskills. There are Fireworks.
With the pundits forecasting Brooklyn temperatures in the high 90′s, Bell End Marge decided to take a 4th of July break and head 175 miles north, to the place of her birth; Bovina, village of the oreo-stained cow and the … Continue reading