Jay's Strange Blog

Mariano takes a moment to ponder what's going on in the prep kitchen. I'm hanging out at Woodberry Kitchen in my first real taste of...

Spike and Mariano stopped by The Spro today with some freshly picked PawPaw in tow. Seems that PawPaw is an Appalachian fruit that no one a...

The Linea: No water, no pressure, game over. I arrived at The Spro this morning to find out that there was a water main break in Towson and ...

That heady bitch in all her glory. In the hearts of all coffee people, there lies a lust that is either difficult or impossible to satiate. ...

Toronto has always been a favorite city of mine. From the heady nightclubbing days at RPM in the 80s to hanging out with dear friends (and ...

I'm on the road again. This time, I mean it literally. It's just me, my GMC Sonoma and the open road, thundering through the hinte...

Spro Barista and Culinary Guinea Pig, Arianna sporting the ExpoCafe apron from Mexico. Most days at The Spro are focused on coffee. But ever...

The salsa rojo for the chilaquiles simmers away. It's a long day for me here at The Spro. Open to close. And I'm feeling a bit hun...

Three conchas hanging out at The Spro. I want to stake my claim now, before it's too late: I have had conchas prior to my trip to Mexi...

Roasted garlic, tomatillos and jalapenos ready to blend. Desperation. Yeah, that's it: desperation. After eating so much good and fres...

Quesadillas (back), Sopes and Salsa Rojo (front). Maybe it's just a symptom of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or maybe it's just be...

The bounty from One Straw Farm. Some of you know that I've been migrating towards locally grown, fresh foods lately. This is the latest...

It's my last night in Ciudad de Mexico and it's a bittersweet affair. My friends and readers have asked me what I've seen so fa...