January 20, 2010 • 10:36 PM
Anyone with a dog who also happens to run invariably gets the question: Why don’t you run with your dog? (Translation: My what a crappy dog owner you are!) If you’re lucky, you have a dog who loves to run with you and doesn’t try to herd you, or drag you into traffic. The rest of us discover pretty quickly that not all dogs are great running companions. (I have a mutt with a lot of Rhodesian Ridgeback in her, which means she would much prefer to run down every squirrel on the path than run down the path itself) So: My story in Thursday’s Style section. A Best Friend, Yes. Best Runner, Maybe Not.
Filed under: Douglas Quenqua, New York Times , style section, Running with dogs, Alex Allred, Dog health
January 2, 2010 • 11:32 AM
My job occasionally requires me to hang out in the sort of fancy-pants nighclubs that spend good money on ginormous bouncers to keep people like me out. After a while, I started noticing something: Everyone was smoking. Like, everyone. So I wrote this story, which will appear in the Sunday Styles section of tomorrow’s NYTimes, thereby assuring I will never be allowed in any of these places ever again. The natural order of things is restored.
Filed under: Douglas Quenqua, New York Times , 2010, Avenue, Goldbar, New York City smoking ban, Smoking, Tenjune
December 17, 2009 • 11:11 AM
Alie and Georgia and my hand
Yes, it’s disgusting (trust me - I had three), but that’s so not the point. Alie and Georgia, a pair of charming drinking buddies from Los Angeles, have achieved a sort of middling Internet fame with their short videos on how to make repugnant meat-based cocktails like the McNuggetini. Yet another example of how to go viral online. Be funny, be odd, and be attractive.
My story in the Styles section of today’s NYTimes: Mixing Meaty Cocktails with a Shot of Celebrity
Filed under: 2009, Douglas Quenqua, New York Times , Alie and Georgia, Bloody Bacon and Cheese, Ham Daiquiri, McNuggetini, This is Why You're Fat, Thursday Styles
Anyone with a dog who also happens to run invariably gets the question: Why don’t you run with your dog? (Translation: My what a crappy dog owner you are!) If you’re lucky, you have a dog who loves to run with you and doesn’t try to herd you, or drag you into traffic. The rest of us discover pretty quickly that not all dogs are great running companions. (I have a mutt with a lot of Rhodesian Ridgeback in her, which means she would much prefer to run down every squirrel on the path than run down the path itself) So: My story in Thursday’s Style section. A Best Friend, Yes. Best Runner, Maybe Not. 
