For example, everybody thinks soy products are super healthy, but they’ve manufactured these soy plants that are almost indestructible — if the pollen from that soy plant gets into your field, you have to pay them a licensing fee. It’s the same with corn and other produce.

On my way to work, I’ve passed a humble shack advertising chicken and honey on 5th Street in East Winston. Thinking it might be the inspiration for the haute Beasley’s Chicken & Honey in Raleigh I decided to venture over for lunch on a recent Wednesday.

We all eat Chinese food, whether it be take-out or buffet, with tapioca pearls in fruit flavors and a traditional style as well as prepared tableside or served up family-style in a restau- smoothies and flavored teas. rant. What was once considered exotic fare in the US has I order a plate of walnut chicken and brace myself.

My steak, too, was commendable. Sirloin is one of the more flavorful cuts of beef, but in the wrong hands it can become tough as leather. Mine was tender as a ribeye — in fact, I checked underneath the butter sauce to make sure they hadn’t substituted in a ribeye cut.

It´s not hard to find good food in Greensboro, but it is a relatively rare occasion when I stumble across great food, something that really stands out and merits regular return visits. I take some pride in finding such hidden treasures myself rather than being alerted by a friend, and seize the opportunity to spread the word.

The much-anticipated Greensboro Whole Foods Market opens Thursday morning, with a bread-breaking ceremony at 8 a.m. before the doors open for the first time at 9. But I attended a preview tour Monday morning for a sneak peek at the city’s newest grocery store, and I left eager to return and spend a bunch of money.

At the online store, customers can create their own flavors and mix and match whatever they like for a custom order treat. Chad also said he loves hearing from people who have tried his popcorn with their comments and suggestions on new flavors and ways to improve.

It can only be described as serendipitous: I answer a craving for Asian barbecue by driving down High Point Road to a favorite Vietnamese restaurant and as I pull up I see the unmistakable, fl ame-red pelt of my old friend Madeline Greco, AKA Foxy Moxy, as she makes for the door.

We drive to High Point in the gathering thunderstorm, for one because in the Furniture City, no one knows who we are, and even if they did they wouldn’t care. For another, we’ve been dying to try out the Blue Water Grille since it took over the space where the old Grappa Grill used to stand so many years ago.

I took an oath not too long ago only to frequent bodega-style taquerías, citing authenticity, price point and gastronomic thrills as my reasons. But as someone who writes about restaurants every week, I recognize this is an impossible oath to keep. Buena Pinta is nothing like the roadside groceries where I’ve been getting my tacos lately.

But in the Ardmore neighborhood of Winston-Salem, the term “café” harkens back to the word’s etymological roots — at least when it’s applied to Cafe Arthur’s, a simple coffee shop in the traditional sense that looks like it’s sat on South Hawthorne Road roughly forever.

Billed as a “gastro pub� — which is somewhat misleading, since the menu centers around hot dogs, fancified and dressed up though they may be — the Red Onion lives in what used to be the Center City Café, Bar Fry before that, the Next Door Tavern before that… I could go on all day.

By the time this article comes out on Ash Wednesday, Mardi Gras will officially be over. Down in New Orleans, the floats will be warehoused, the streets swept and hosed down, the police barricades and grandstands carted off to wherever they get stored until next year.

Pound for pound, Winston-Salem is the best food city in the Triad. That’s just an opinion, of course, but one informed by a decade of discriminatory eating in the area.

But I was wrong. A recent visit to the concern, under new ownership, sees some slight changes to the interior: larger booths along the wall, bigger TVs and a little video poker action to the side. At the bar, the same sort of neighborhood types populated the stools, drinking the usual domestic, bottled brews.

I´ve got the feeling I’ve been here before, this little restaurant on North Battleground Avenue tucked into the retail space adjacent to the Exxon station — because, of course, I have.

Imagine my surprise. I sat and took a quick look at the menu — interesting appetizers like Italian nachos, homemade soups, a bevy of salads and some greatlooking sandwiches. But all of this was an exercise in futility. When my server approached, he could tell just by the look on my face that I would be taking a few laps around that buffet.

That’s what happened to me with Snack Bar, which opened to much fanfare on South Elm Street in March of last year. News of their chicken and waffles, well stocked bar and comely waitstaff spread quickly, yet I didn’t make it through the doors until last week.

First off, there are no actual screaming roosters at the Screaming Rooster, the downtown Winston-Salem boutique eatery occupying the space formerly known as Mary’s of Course — which is fi ne by me, though sometimes I do wish for more of that type of derring-do in the Triad restaurant scene.

Take my advice: If you’re going to Kabuto, the Japanese Kabuto has all of these things, but they’re tucked into a menu hibachi grill and sushi joint on the curve of Stanley Road that has something for everybody: filet mignon, ribeye, tuna, in Greensboro, bring a bunch of people with you.