Traveling with Your Mouth Wide Open

  If you want to learn who other people are, eat what they eat. The intimate act of feeding oneself is so integral to one’s being that once you have shared it you can never completely see people as “the other” again. I can’t, anyway. Eating is my window on the world. That’s why one…

So You Think You Know Indian Food, cont’d

  Indian Accent. New Delhi. If you are planning to be in the neighborhood book it. Weeks in advance. And go.  If you can’t manage the trip to India, try the one in New York, or hope for another pop up in Tel Aviv. But go.  It’s a miniature jewel box of a place, in…

So You Think You Know Indian Food?

I love Indian food, but as a person who never set foot in India until two days ago, I always wondered if I knew what I was talking about. The answer is “sort of.”  The food here is recognizable as the Indian food I’ve eaten in the US or the UK but it isn’t a…

Le Comptoir

Since I began this post we left Paris, stopped in Dubai overnight en route to India, and now my nose is burning with the acrid smoke-filled air of New Delhi. In between I had the obscenely luxurious treat of getting here via a first class suite in an Emirates 777, but that is a post…

Best Damn Fallafel on the Planet (and, yes, I’ve tried them all.)

Yes, this is a fallafel selfie. No selfie sticks were involved. I’m that good (and that vain.) Had lunch with Jerry, Tom and Gale at L’As du Fallafel (34 rue des Rosiers in the Marais.) Seriously, it’s the best. We’ve been going for years and it just gets better. Fortunately, it has also gotten bigger….

You Can Go Home Again

Maybe not, “home” home, but you can go back to that place where you are supremely comfortable, that reaches out to you with a welcoming hug,  that feeds you like you are starving and always fills your heart with warmth and joy.  For me that place is Paris.  And within Paris, the Hotel Relais St….

New home for an old blog

Transferring over to WordPress and hoping for a seamless transition.  Eventually I’ll figure out how to migrate my old archives over (I hope) but in the meantime, a fresh start. So in keeping with that theme, here’s what I had for breakfast — greek yogurt and fresh pineapple.  No better way to say hello to…

Eating In While Sailing Away

The thing about a long cruise is that it is a lot of restaurant eating, in this case three meals a day for 24 days since we aren’t making the kind of stops that allow you to lunch with the local residents (And I’ve seen what penguins eat. Yuck.) Seabourn food is great — on…

Insomnia

Lying in bed. Can’t sleep at 12:45 am. I think I over-napped this afternoon. But the ship is very gently rocking and the glass doors are open, letting in the sounds of the sea and the fresh, clean air. Sometimes insomnia is a call to relax and enjoy.  Food today was just meh. Pastry for…

All Aboard

I’ll tell you, I am ready for three weeks of being spoiled. This fall has been a heavy lift, and I have two Bloom pieces to write and four KTR chapters to revise on board, but I am going to be indulged while I do it, and see sights the like of which I have…

Santiago

Santiago was splendid. Warm. Vibrant. Full of color and youth. Walked around a lot.  Travel plays mind games on me. Wonder at the never-before-seen wars with the desire for order and familiarity. It makes my brain crazy, synapses desperately firing to make sense of the new by locating it in the old. “This is like…”…

Good Gulf Food

Some excellent food moments on this all-too-brief trip to our house on the bay. As always, the best fried shrimp on the planet was at the Owl Tap Room. Gary’s Oyster Bar added some new stuff to their menu (Jer had shrimp, grits, sausage and greens) but I stuck with my standby shrimp and mahi…