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Frazier’s Wine Bar

Frazier’s Wine Bar 2418 Hillsborough St. Raleigh 919-828-6699 Best suited for: Cosmopolitan friends visiting from out of town, or any party of adventurous eaters who value a wide wine selection and aren’t above passing plates between friends For more than a decade, Frazier’s was a one-note sort of place. Granted, it was a lovely notesay, […]

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Mami Nora’s

Mami Nora’s 2401 Wake Forest Road Raleigh 919-834-8572 202 Davidson Ave. Durham 919-220-9028 Best suited for: Feeding a passel of lingering relatives tantalizing but comfortable family-style food, for about as much as you’d spend on a trip to your average steam-table buffet Four stuffed llamas perch like sentries over the drink cooler, and Salvadoran bromeliads […]

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Capital Club 16: Sauerkraut for a coleslaw crowd

Capital Club 16 16 W. Martin St., Raleigh 919-747-9345 Monday11:30 a.m.–2:30 p.m. Tuesday & Wednesday11:30 a.m.–2:30 p.m.5–10 p.m. Thursday & Friday11:30 a.m.–2:30 p.m.5–11 p.m. Saturday6–11 p.m. Sunday brunch11 a.m.–5 p.m. Roaring across Capital Club 16‘s silver-toned homepage is the New York Central, a 1927 locomotive that combined all the muscle of American industry and all […]

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Cantina 18: Tequila, tortillas, terrific

Restaurants sell more than just food; they sell attitude, and those with southwestern themes do so more than most. Just say “margarita,” and visions of beachside hammocks and swaying palm fronds replace quotidian life. Guacamole and chips have come to signify blissed-out lassitude. Cantina 18, newly opened in Raleigh’s Cameron Village and serving “southwestern-inspired cuisine,” […]

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The thief wore pink

Rarely does a week go by without my 4-year-old daughter asking, “Mommy, is that person still in jail?” Last fall, my daughter and I were at a grocery store. At the checkout, when I went to grab my purse out of the cart, it was gone. Suddenly, I became the fourth or fifth or 10th […]

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The kitchen aide

For three days last month, my son Jack and I took turns checking our front porch, hourly. He is 6 years old. This was the first time he and I had stalked the UPS driver with equal anticipation. When the familiar brown truck finally rattled down our street, we stood quietly in the doorway as […]

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