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“Hunger is a good teacher”: learning from Hemingway in Paris

Le Dome was too pricey. So was Le Globe.It was my third day in Paris and I’d been existing on fruit and le pain au saucisson (hard sausage and butter on fresh … or not so fresh … bread).I’d pushed myself to get to Paris after my job vanished.I found that the food prices…

Indian-inspired tacos in NYC? Yes, please.

I kinda consider myself a taco snob. That is, I prefer to go to places that are intrinsically and authentically Mexican in execution.My tacos typically need to be based on a corn soft tortilla; some form of amazingly flavored/marinated protein with onions; (red or white) cilantro and condiments on the side.I realize as…

Going British in NYC with Classic Fish & Chips

Recently I took a small group of foodies to A Salt & Battery to get a basic sense of British cuisine. The cuisine itself has evolved so much over the years.These days it’s much more of a global, flavorful cuisine which is mindful of quality ingredients and the consumer.There is one staple that…

Drinking Hair of the Westminster Best in Show at Half & Half, St. Louis

No matter how many times I have heard someone explain their version of the “hair of the dog” hangover cure, I never quite believe it; even after experiencing the miracle for myself. Now, to give you a little backstory: I am a pukey hangover kind of person.Like…puke until 9 PM puke.I can’t hold…

Sex on a Plate in Sydney

“Think of it as slow, enjoyable sex,” was my friend’s comment when I asked him how the food would be at Tetsuya’s. Chef Tetsuya Wakuda is one of Sydney’s foremost chefs and brings his own philosophy to the meals he prepares.Be prepared for a four-hour fine dining experience that ends with a satisfactory orgasmic…

Hungry? I Know A Little Place At The End Of The World

My trip to the end of the world was a long one and boy was I starving. The day began in Chile, in a tiny remote town called Porvenir on Tierra del Fuego island, just south of the very tip of South America.The day would end in Argentina.A couple who owned a hostel…

Manhattan to Brooklyn via the O Line

My journey to the best damn oreo cheesecake ever. When I moved to Manhattan years ago, I took my first trip to Brooklyn for a friend’s birthday.Two hours later I was still stuck on the R-train underground.By the time I resurfaced the R had run on the D line and I was nowhere…