Made a point last weekend to hit both of José Salazar’s other two restaurants, neither of which I had actually been too, which is a wildly embarrassing shame. Again, I don’t know how it happened, but I somehow just never made it down to…

I honestly can’t believe it. If you search “Abigail Street” on this here blog, you’ll only find one entry from 2014 where I call it “Abigail’s Street.” And that is one part awesome and two parts insane for the following reasons. Awesome because six…

There we were. Handsomely dressed. Two people heading downtown to dine at Salazar, in the heart of OTR, on a Saturday night, just after the long stretch of lockdown quarantine and what we seemingly (but not entirely) naively assumed to be the tail end…