A friend asks if I’m going to Madrid during a month-long trip to Spain. Why? “Because the oldest restaurant in the world is there and it’s excellent.” Continue reading Dining at the oldest restaurant in the world
It’s our last night in Paris. It’s the best dish I’ve eaten during three weeks here and it’s across the alley from our apartment. Yes, let’s go back. Continue reading Last meal: foie coddled egg
“Would you drive over 180 miles just for a meal?” I’m asked, incredulously.
“Depends on the meal.” Continue reading Driving 180 miles for dinner
Warm, salty breeze carries more savory aromas through ancient, narrow alleyways into my nose. Alas, I cannot fit anymore deliciousness in me. Time to stumble home, like everyone else, including my new Aussie friends. I’m overwhelmed: so many bright flavors, colors; so many textures, so many ingredients paired perfectly together. All so fresh, so delicious, so beautiful. Smiling and shaking my head, I waddle away. San Sebastian, you got me. You got me gooood. Continue reading San Sebastián pintxos: Spain’s top tapas
Some people snort coke. Some run. I eat pho. Continue reading Pho: my kind of drug