Category: Food

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 […]

I once found myself squinting skeptically at a wine glass in a sun-drenched corner of Bordeaux, wondering if it was the intense sunlight or the swirling tannins that made my head spin. The guide prattled on about terroir and ancient viticulture techniques, while I mentally cataloged how many more sips I’d need before I could […]