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As the city has welcomed more immigrants from Nigeria and neighboring countries, the local restaurant landscape has flourished.

I took the new VW ID. Buzz for a drive down memory lane. Things got bumpy.

Ali Al Shehabi's images of the Gulf kingdom dwell on the texture of a homeland he felt alienated from for most of his life.

Also: A fresh "Elf" on Broadway, Michael Shannon and Tilda Swinton navigate "The End," the French hip-hop dance of Bintou Dembélé, and more.

A suggestive tennis match, a manic "Hot Ones" interview, and other amusing moments in an often surreal year.

A smattering of Yiddish happens to be all the Yiddish I have.

In Paul Schrader's latest film--his most audacious religious vision yet--a documentarian on his deathbed confesses, on camera, to a lifetime of misdeeds.

After the big meal, alone with your refrigerator, let the real celebration begin.

Kathy Baum, who curates new books for the Denver-area independent-bookstore institution, shares some of her fall and winter favorites.

Between 2003 and 2019, Kevin Killian published almost twenty-four hundred reviews on the site. Can they be considered literature?