And now: a note on Anthony Bourdain.

Llueve en el canal La corriente enseña el camino Hacia el mar Todos duermen ya   Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien Jugar al azar Nunca saber dónde puedes terminar O empazar –Vetusta Morla, “Copenhague” The Sunday morning we were in San Sebastian dawned grey and cloudy, but not rainy, and while I missed the brilliant…

La cuina de Catalunya: a dinner at Dos Pebrots.

Our first day in Barcelona was pretty great; the flight over was relatively painless and we were able to get our bags fairly quickly after clearing customs. (I’d also like to mention that they actually stamp your passport with your visa here, which is not as common as it once was.) We were out and…

Imatges/ Irudiak de Espanya/ Espainiako, a beginning of sorts.

Prior to last week, it had been four years since I’ve been in Spain, or really traveled abroad anywhere; I’m not sure what happened, except that in 2016 we just never got around to putting something together and life simply got int the way the other times. Since this October marks our tenth anniversary, we…

My top New Orleans picks, the Chris Hannah Napkin edition.

When I first sat down to write about our recent trip to New Orleans, initially my plan was to condense it into a concise top five list of food and drink that we enjoyed…and then I realized that was basically an impossible task. I then realized that I could break out my favorite drinks and…

Notes on pasta-making, or: what’s been keeping me in the kitchen lately.

If you aren’t following Kara Brown’s Fancy Pasta Bitch blog, you absolutely must—she was one of my favorite writers at Jezebel, and now she’s a staff writer on the Black-ish spinoff Grownish on Freeform*. She took up pasta making as a new hobby to cope with that man and his heinous administration and started blogging…

Beet-cured salmon from Gail Simmons’ Bringing It Home.

My love of Top Chef has gotten to the point that I have a section of my main bookshelf dedicated to some of my favorite judges* and cheftestants from the show—though I will admit that Tom Colicchio’s books live up in my New York section, because most of these books came out way after his…

Sabor de soledad, Michael in Australia edition.

I don’t know why I haven’t been feeling so inclined to write about food, but I’m going to blame February, my second-least favorite month after January, for bringing me down. I have all of these post ideas written down and when I sit down to write, it all feels so stilted and so phony. Here’s…