It Sounds Weird, but Add a Little Vanilla to Your Vinaigrette
As a pale, skin-cancer prone communist with a penchant for arguing about labor issues in bars, there is not a whole lot I miss about living in Florida. I do not miss the beaches. I do not miss the sun. I do not miss the bugs. I do, however, miss Bern’s Steakhouse, an opulent, decidedly old school establishment …