Alright you two, let's get this thread back to the subject topic...finding writing with edge or huevos.
BTW, I am pretty sure huevos is a reference to male genitalia, used slang wise to mean exhibiting more stereotypical masculine characteristics than feminine characteristics, in this case unapologetic vulgarity and sexual references. If this offends you, I suggest you not read the #@$%^&* thread.
Quijo, I agree with you, Gastonomica always puts me to sleep. I would tell you what I really think about a symposium on authentic recipes, but I kind of like Antonius

Anyway, that's his shtick and that is fine by me. I haven't read an issue of Gastonomica in a while, but from what I recall, I wouldn’t call it edgy or a place that Bourdain could publish without getting censored.
Let me be a bit more descriptive about what I didn't like of the one issue of Chow that I read. I can find all the LCD writing in the Tribune and Sun Times...I don't need to pay an additional $5.00 to get it from a magazine. I raced to the bookstore to buy the first issue of Chow. It contained at least 4 (IIRC) articles that were engineered puff pieces (you know that same feeling when Jimmy Johns is selected as a great find in Cheap Eats and the Friday section has full page JJ advertisements).
But, after your post, I am going to check out the magazine again...I won't buy it, but I'll flip through it at the bookstore. Perhaps they found their legs...I think the publisher had great difficulty getting out the first issue, but it was a sellout (her background was pr for the dot com industry, no?)
I miss the days when Jim Harrison wrote for Esquire. You see when I was impressionable there wasn't such a variety...sure we had a Galloping Gourmet that was a real piece of work and a Frugal Gourmet, that was....well, may he rest in peace, I will always appreciate the hours of entertainment he provided.
Well anyway, stumbling upon Harrison's work in Esquire at the barber shop (coincidentally, the first time I was also asked if I wanted a shave). Here was a man's man. Here was a guy that could write. Here was a guy that referred to all commercial brands of BBQ sauce as bung drainage. This was a guy that talked about hunting and gutting deer and making a savory soufflé to go with a rack of venison. A guy who in three pages went from daydreaming about young nude coeds bouncing through the quad and then explaining in easy to understand terms why a certain sauce should never be used with meat. Let's just say, as Harrison might, my pink morel was at full attention.
Sadly, I don't think the market supports Harrison-esq writers. Perhaps the only place to find them is on LTH and blogs. The marketplace or society (NOT JUST WOMEN TO BLAME), have told me that I can't appreciate Miss September and intellectually stimulating writing in the same magazine. I either have to be an enlightened intellectual eunuch or a dirt bag...screw verisimilitude. I have to choose, Maxium or Gastronomica. They are trying to make us all out of ticky-tacky, They are trying to make us all the same. They are trying to put me in a box. “In a box?” In a box before I am yet dead. Now, that is just wrong.
Unchain your lunch money!