If not for Aristotle, I might have felt pretty bad about myself when I tasted my brother-in-law’s homemade bacon a couple of years ago. He had shipped me a slab of it from Indiana, where he lives, and ...

At Cure, where there’s smoke, there’s bacon. And brisket. And even drinks. Smoke laces everything from apple pie to cocktail glasses at the 3-month-old restaurant and bar that made its debut in ...

I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love bacon. (But I also don’t know that many people in general, and if someone I encounter doesn’t like bacon, I usually erase them from my memory with alcohol and ...