City Pulse - Food <![CDATA[New in town]]> ]]> <![CDATA[He ate: Small plates pack a big punch]]> <![CDATA[She ate: Out of this world pizzas]]> <![CDATA[Top 5 Dining Guide]]> Restaurants are ranked in order, based on votes from our 2015 Top of the Town contest.]]> <![CDATA[And the rosé’s red glare]]> ]]> <![CDATA[He ate: Service and charm fuel the Sinclair Grill]]> There’s a little Italian restaurant we visit whenever we’re in Las Vegas. The food ranges from OK to not bad. But we keep coming back to Battista’s Hole in the Wall for the décor — and for Gordy. The walls are jam-packed with signed celebrity photos of “old” Vegas, a la the Rat Pack. Then there’s the legend — Gordy the accordion player — who serenades diners each night. He has done this for decades. To the regulars, Gordy IS Battista’s. (Spartan fans be warned: If he asks you where you’re from and you say Michigan, he will break into the U of M fight song.)]]> <![CDATA[She ate: A worthy breakfast pit stop]]> ]]> <![CDATA[We need your input!]]> <![CDATA[The newest old thing]]> A bumper crop of farmers markets is spreading across Michigan, ranging in size from Detroit’s bustling, 4.5-acre Eastern Market to the dozen-and-a-half booths of the tiny Bath market just north of Lansing — about 330 markets statewide in 2015, up from 150 nine years ago. Farmers markets are the newest old thing. Their taproot is a longing for old-world comforts like community, fresh food and a sane, sunlit stroll that’s scaled to a human size and pace.]]> <![CDATA[2015 Farmers Market Summer Guide]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Fresh news]]> Each summer brings changes to the local farmers markets. New vendors arrive, older vendors retire, some vendors seek greener pastures — metaphorically speaking — at different markets. In addition to the annual shuffling of vendors, here are some other recent changes at area farmers markets.]]> <![CDATA[Thicker than water]]> WEDNESDAY, JUNE 10 — Eight days after being shut down by the health department for having no running water, Naing Myanmar Family Restaurant is scheduled to reopen on Friday.]]> <![CDATA[Spreading like vines]]> Like a metaphorical grapevine snaking through the trellis of our culture, a new level of wine knowledge is creeping into our everyday lives. Where wine tasting used to be reserved for the snobbiest segments of society, the popularity of the Food Network and easy access to food and wine blogs has turned everyone into an expert. Suddenly, your Uncle Ted, after perhaps a glass too many at Easter dinner, is spouting off about the “apricot notes” in his riesling and swirling his glass vigorously to “see if it has legs.” This new appreciation for wine has taken root in Lansing, and entrepreneur Curt Kosal has taken note.]]> <![CDATA[Go north, young wino]]> Northern Michigan in the summer is prime Instagram material. The Grand Traverse Bay area is an embarrassment of riches, with views for days. The restaurant scene is adventurous and diverse, and the wineries show personality in a region that fiercely champions its own producers.]]> <![CDATA[White wine with mink]]> Snobs will tell you that wine pairings are a delicate matter. They are not. Wine, in general, goes with everything. Every wine goes with every other thing. All you have to do is plug away, like an old school telephone operator, and listen in.]]> <![CDATA[Working for pinots]]> The coasts don’t understand Michigan. Many don’t know — or don’t care — that it’s not all rust belt and ruin porn here. Hyperbole aside, the two peninsulas have had to pivot through a recession with some help from a healthy (and tasty) beverage industry. Michigan’s beer exploits are well documented, as many consider Michigan to be a top five craft beer state. But, along with Virginia, Texas and Idaho, our pure state has an argument to squeeze into the top five of quality wine production, alongside wine bastions California, Oregon, Washington and New York.]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[Bridges to Lebanon]]> As a longtime Lansing-ite and a person who is always thinking about her next meal, it was with intense intrigue that I first approached Maureen Abood’s culinary blog, "Rose Water and Orange Blossoms," a few years ago. Abood is a member of a prominent Lansing family, one whose generations stretch back into the city’s lore. “My Abood grandparents came to Lansing in the 1920s,” Abood said. “There were already people here from their village in Lebanon.”]]> <![CDATA[Abroad appeal]]> If an MSU student’s academic career were a musical movement, every April would be the tension and May would be the release. Some students stick around to work in town to pay the bills, while others go home for free laundry season. But many Spartans choose to study abroad, driven by a thirst for international experiences. The liquid temptations of Tel Aviv, Madrid and Amsterdam will surely be ignored by the studious green and white, right? ]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]>