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While this doesn’t count towards my “London dining adventure,” the food eaten during my trip to Mexico in December/January can’t go unwritten! This will be part one of four (that makes it sound fancy, right?) on a series of posts … Continue reading
Well, hello! Happy New Year (if you can say that in February.) My new year brings a resolution to eat at two ‘letters’ per month, which I’ve already failed. Hey ho. M for Moroccan might not seem like the most … Continue reading
Here’s a new EATabetical (and general life) rule. Eat with locals. A couple of weeks ago, Pete and I ate at Yalla Yalla (“hurry! hurry!”), a restaurant serving Beirut street food, with Nael, a colleague of Pete’s from Lebanon. And … Continue reading
Pasha is exactly what I had in mind when I began EATabetical. Walking into Pasha Hotel in Camberwell, I felt as if I had temporarily exited London and entered some unknown Central Asian territory. Really I was just wandering down … Continue reading
Did you do your part for Goatober? I did. Let me explain. Apparently, October (in the States) was “No Goat Left Behind” month. According to their website, “No Goat Left Behind is a serious project intended to introduce goat as a … Continue reading
I love fish markets. I get it from my dad, who used to make us wake up at 5am during any vacation near an ocean to go check out men selling fish. I used to think it was crazy, but … Continue reading