Category: Food

Ever found yourself at a rustic Balkan table, staring down a dish so intimidatingly robust, you could swear it’s sizing you up too? I have. And let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty. Picture this: me, a so-called seasoned journalist, ready to tackle the culinary delights of Serbia, Bosnia, and Croatia. Instead, I found myself […]

I once found myself in a charming little fromagerie in Lyon, feeling like an impostor at a party where everyone else knew the inside jokes. The air was thick with the aroma of aging dairy, and there I stood, trying to decipher whether the label said ‘delicious’ or ‘hazardous to your health.’ Cheese tasting in […]

Ever found yourself in a foreign land, clutching a menu written in hieroglyphs, desperately scanning for anything that doesn’t involve mystery meat? Welcome to my world. Picture this: I’m in a quaint Spanish eatery, convinced that ‘ensalada’ means I’ve finally found refuge. Spoiler alert—it’s actually a sad bowl of iceberg lettuce with a lone tomato […]

Ever tried snapping a quick photo of your breakfast in a bustling train station, only to end up with an image that looks like it was taken in a dimly lit dungeon? Yeah, me too. There I was, standing over a sad-looking croissant, trying to capture its flaky splendor while the world rushed by. People […]

Ever found yourself staring at a menu in a foreign country, eyes glazed over, like you’re deciphering ancient hieroglyphics? Yeah, that’s been me more times than I care to admit. There I was, in a dimly lit Parisian bistro, trying to order what I thought was a delightful chicken dish. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t chicken. […]

I first tasted Portuguese port wine in a dimly lit tavern in Porto, lured by the promise of liquid history in a glass. Or maybe I was just trying to escape the incessant rain that seemed intent on drowning the city. Either way, there I was, a skeptical journalist with a palate more accustomed to […]

I once found myself in a German beer garden, ostensibly to soak up the culture, but really, let’s be honest, I was trying to nurse a hangover with a pint of something strong enough to recalibrate my life choices. As I sat there under the sprawling chestnut tree, nursing my existential crisis as much as […]

I remember my first encounter with French wine like it was yesterday—an overhyped bottle at a pretentious little bistro, where the waiter’s raised eyebrow was as sharp as the cheese knife. I was a wide-eyed fool, convinced that deciphering the foreign squiggles on the label would somehow unlock the secrets of the universe. Instead, I […]

I once found myself standing awkwardly in a bustling Roman café, a foreigner in a land where the very air seemed to hum with the rich aroma of espresso. I’d committed the cardinal sin: ordered a cappuccino after noon. The barista’s eyes pierced through me with the kind of disdain usually reserved for someone who […]

I once found myself standing awkwardly in a bustling Roman café, a foreigner in a land where the very air seemed to hum with the rich aroma of espresso. I’d committed the cardinal sin: ordered a cappuccino after noon. The barista’s eyes pierced through me with the kind of disdain usually reserved for someone who […]