Craig Stoltz

1 week ago | goworldtravel.com | Craig Stoltz

Downtown Charleston, South Carolina, is one of the most famously rewarding neighborhoods in America for aimless roaming. One reason is the distinctive “single houses” that line the Spanish moss-veiled streets. The colorful, well-preserved colonial-era homes, built one room wide and two or three stories high, are arranged with their narrow ends facing the street, a single gable rising above.

1 week ago | virginialiving.com | Craig Stoltz

They had to call it fried chicken. At first, the restaurateurs at Ambar put their signature dish on the menu by its preferred name-"monastery chicken." It was served for generations to the monks at Gracanica Monastery in Serbia, to end their fast. "But nobody ordered it when we called it monastery chicken," says Uros Jojic,director of operations for Street Guys Hospitality, the restaurant group that operatesthe Balkan restaurant in Arlington. "So we just called it fried chicken instead.

3 weeks ago | frommers.com | Craig Stoltz

Fake reviews of hotels, restaurants, and tours have been a problem for travelers since the earliest days of the internet. But now that sketchy businesses can use artificial intelligence to produce fake reviews faster than Taco Bell can crank out burritos, the situation is rapidly getting a lot worse. The Transparency Company, a firm that analyzes consumer reviews, estimates that 3% of reviews across all business sectors it studied in 2024 were generated by AI.

1 month ago | gardenandgun.com | Craig Stoltz |Gabriela Gomez-Misserian

Where: Washington, D.C.When: year-roundIf you like: historyWhy you should go: Abraham Lincoln and his wife, Mary, spent nearly a quarter of his presidency in a home on a bluff about three miles up from the White House. In this modest residence they’d escape Washington’s stinking, malarial summers and the stream of office seekers and blowhards who beleaguered the president downtown.

1 month ago | virginialiving.com | Craig Stoltz

By Craig StoltzBeyond the tangle of the Northern Virginia suburbs, outside the sweeping horse farms of Middleburg, tucked away in the tiny hamlet of The Plains, is a rambling country restaurant whose interior features the sort of hewn heart pine you just can't find anymore. Inside, Lydia gestures at a small pot of purple, pink, and white dahlias sitting inside the front entrance. "Mrs. Duvall brought those yesterday," she says. Mrs.