Ah, Rochester, NY. My home sweet home. My city offers so much that I love. The lilacs, the annual summer Jazz Festival, the nonstop party of the East Ave bar scene, the fresh, locally grown organic produce of the Downtown Farmers Market, and the intense ice hockey games of the Rochester Americans. But, there is one part of the Flower City that, above all else, I hold very close and dearly to my heart…

The garbage plate.

Enough said, right? Wrong. I could write a lifetime of sonnets on how such grease and grace dost meet in beautiful consecration. But worry not, fair reader, methinks I will spare you the headache of my garbage plate poetry. It would just be overkill, since the garbage plate is already poetry.

For those of you unfamiliar with the magic of Rochester NY garbage plates, allow me to enli Continue reading The Parable of the Garbage Plate →