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In some ways, a good place to start a story about Omar’s in Ashland is with the hard-boiled detective writer, Raymond Chandler. He didn’t necessarily visit the place ever; at least, not in person, but perhaps in spirit. The godfather of gritty lit noir was in the zeigest when Omar’s—the

My parents were big fans of Mel Brooks, which meant I grew up watching a lot of Gene Wilder.  The VHS cases of Young Frankenstein and Blazing Saddles were well worn. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was a staple in our collection as well. Not quite the sardonic satire

A good meal is a good memory. I can recall many happy evenings spent in restaurants with family and friends throughout my life, taking in the sights, smells and flavors that would bombard the senses. Recently, I had the pleasure of visiting Hither in Ashland, and left with a new

PHOTO by Peter Oviatt (Truffles found at the Vaughn Family Farm) The smells of musk, old leather, garlic and bitter chocolate—of French Périgord truffles—are permeating Rogue Valley soils for the first time ever this truffle season, as Périgords have been successfully grown at the Vaughn Family Farm and Orchard in Central

“Tourism is the front door to Ashland’s economy,” explains Katharine Cato, Director for Travel Ashland Director. She goes on to explain that Ashland welcomes over 350,000 visitors annually, and within that are more than 100 restaurants, an impressive per capita number for a small town. Sure, the Oregon Shakespeare Festival

Noble Coffee just won its sixth Good Food Award, which is more than any other coffee company in the country? Why? What is the magic? JR: Any roaster who wants to be recognized in the coffee industry submits coffees to the Good Food Awards each year. Submissions undergo a blind

Class is something that’s hard to come by. Certainly, in some of the older parts of Medford, it’s difficult to tell which building is a business, and which is an old rundown set of walls and windows. That’s the nature of our Southern Oregon town. But there are glimmers of

Osmo’s Alehouse is a simple tap house. One-story. One bar. One bartender. Upon first glance, it doesn’t look flashy. And yet, it gets its name from a character from a Finnish poem. Far from simple, right? When you enter, you’re greeted with some long tables, community style, looked to be

When my partner and I moved to the Rogue Valley about eighteen months ago, two of the people we first chanced to meet were Oliver Fix and his wife Gilda Montenegro-Fix. Oliver was working at Thai Pepper in Ashland, and Gilda is a diversity trainer and consultant. Their remarkable backgrounds

  Out past Highway 99, if you take Mason road off Sage Way, just beyond the Medford Shooting range, across the street from a Beverage Distribution center and next door to the Medford UPS CC, you’ll find a little alcove of beer heaven; a sort of Shangri-La, nestled between the