Chicago has deep-dish pizza. Philadelphia has Philly cheesesteak. And Springfield, Missouri, has Springfield style cashew chicken. Springfield style cashew chicken, a regional favorite, was invented in the 1960s by David Leong. You can find copies of Springfield style cashew chicken all over town, but you can get the original only at Leong’s Asian diner. Read more
Food & Drink
Oklahoma City: Surprisingly Foodie

I expected Oklahoma City to have great steak and barbecue restaurants. The city didn’t disappoint in those areas. What I didn’t expect was the broad expanse of gastronomic delight that the city offers, from casual eateries to fine dining. Here are seven Oklahoma City restaurants that my husband, Skip, and I experienced during our 48 hour stay in the city. Read more
Oatman: Burros, Route 66 and a Honeymoon Suite

Oatman has a lot going for it, considering its business district is one short block. Descendants of burros used in the mining industry until World War II and then set free roam the street begging tourists for handouts. Visitors can peek into the room at the Oatman Hotel that Clark Gable and Carole Lombard stayed in on their honeymoon. And the main road that runs through the town is part of Historic Route 66.
Milwaukee Public Market: Exploring Lunch Options

Seafood…paninis…salads…soup…sushi. So many choices. How to decide what to eat? Of the 18 vendors in the Milwaukee Public Market, nine of them offer lunch. Others sell baked goods, candies, coffee or wine. Read more
Jackson’s Blue Ribbon Pub: Serving Nostalgia in Milwaukee

Milwaukee’s former Pabst Brewery is breathing new life. Pabst beer is no longer brewed here, but it is being served. The Pabst property is being repurposed, building by building, and Jackson’s Blue Ribbon Pub has taken up residence in one of those buildings.
Editor’s note: This is the second in a series of four articles about Milwaukee’s Pabst family and the historic Pabst Brewery, at one time the nation’s largest brewery. Read more
Miss Fitz 260 Café: Pancakes, Eggs and Americana

As we step into the small Miss Fitz 260 Café, an elderly Native American gentleman sitting to the side of the entrance tries to sell me a pair of hand-crafted earrings. “I don’t have pierced ears,” I tell him, showing him my earlobes. “That’s okay. I have necklaces, too.” I politely turn him down.
Editor’s Note: This article originally appeared in U.S. Long Cuts. We are merging U.S. Long Cuts with Midwest Wanderer, adding a “Beyond the Midwest” menu option. Read more