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It had been a long, exhausting week, but when two friends and I rolled into CABA located on Central Ave in Medford. I was ready to eat and unwind. I had no idea what to expect from Argentinian food and without the suggestion of my friend, Melynda, who runs the

I’m not really a connoisseur of many things. In my obituary, the best thing they could probably come up with would be “his favorite ice cream flavor was Americone Dream and he enjoyed the little things in life like dressing his cat up for Christmas cards.” I’m not exactly what

Down Southeast 6th Street, toward the end of the busy shops in downtown Grants Pass, sits an unassuming little red trailer. I would imagine many locals don’t yet know that this little red trailer is their future favorite lunch spot. After all, Pressed started slinging their sandwichy goods just over

West Medford is a patchwork of Southern Oregon life. From the fringe of downtown to the country roads leading into Jacksonville, there is a patchwork of everything. New housing developments neighboring trailer parks and historic old homes, cannabis dispensaries next to down-home hardware stores, and at least a few handfuls

Going out for ice cream is printed in every American mind as a sentimental part of childhood, whether your family actually did it much or not. While most of us adults likely eat our ice cream out of a pint container while binge-streaming their current obsession, there is something to

I’ve never been very good at food pairings. I think this has less to do with an unrefined pallet (even though that is also the case) and more because I hate change. I’m someone that could be perfectly content drinking the same dark beer twelve months a year, with my

  NorthWest Pine Apple has been around the Rogue Valley as a food truck for a few years, but has recently found a permanent location on N Riverside Avenue in Medford. The small building used to be a burger joint, but now has swung 180 degrees health-wise, and now serves

This year, I invested in my own health insurance for the first time ever. This has less to do with me “growing up” or “having liquid funds” and more to do with my rate of injury since turning 30. I pulled a muscle the other day reaching down to pet

  It was a threatening-rain spring day when I wandered the Thursday Market in Hawthorne Park, and possible rain is plenty excuse for me to crave a bowl of good ramen. I even happened to have my own dad in town with me for a visit, so I just couldn’t

Beer is my favorite beverage. This is about as surprising as finding out birds are happiest when flying. It’s part of their DNA, so no wonder. To say I was excited when I heard about Medford Beer Week would be putting it lightly. I might have squealed with the same