Let’s be real–if you’re not flying in an upper class aircraft cabin, the options for sustenance are under par. Flavorless chicken slabs, runny green beans and a rocky roll of cold bread that’s only good for pelting at a disorderly child. Economy class gets no love.
If the cobblestone streets and historic feel of Vieux Montréal weren’t enough to capture you, stop for some pasta and L’usine and you’ll be hooked.
This greasy, gluttonous delight might just be my favorite Canadian creation.
Three types of meat, an egg roll and veggies made this the tastiest bowl of noodles I’ve had in a long time.
I’d travel all the way to PR just for another mallorca.
Tacos, tacos, tacos.
Food is really a beautiful thing; it is my next great love after traveling. The best thing is being able to marry my two loves and embark on an epicurean adventure while traveling the world, or the United States and Canada in this case. Feel free to drool as I did when these meals landed before me. Santa Fe: Green Chile Enchilada at El Farol New Orleans: Oysters at Acme Oyster House Houston: Barbeque Ribs at Barbeque Inn The South: Chicken, Eggs, & Cheese Grits at Waffle House Atlanta: Gourmet Pizza at Seasons 52 Orlando: Red Snapper at Pollo a la Braza Mario…
I intended to attack Chicago Girl v. Food style…although that is pretty much how I attack every meal placed before me, but never mind that. I had watched Adam eat himself silly on Travel Channel’s Man v. Food here and planned to do much the same. Besides, with less than 24 hours to spend in such a vast city, what more could we really do besides spend our time eating? And of course visiting the giant silver bean in Millennium Park. After a grueling 11 hour drive plus a border crossing from Toronto into Michigan, we finally arrived in Chicago…
Each one looked so peaceful. They were all swimming around and climbing over one another in a playful sibling sort of way, vying for what little space was left in their waterfront home. They had no idea what was going on. They had no idea that they would soon be whisked away into a shopping basket and weighed for sale. These innocent lobsters had no idea that they were going to become my very lavish dinner. I don’t like to see my food alive. I am no vegetarian, but I can certainly understand the sentiment when an animal, or crustacean in…
I went to Philly for the cheesesteak. No, really, I did. Well, to anyone who knows me, going somewhere just to eat something wouldn’t seem silly at all. My love affair with food is almost as critical as my love affair with travel. Almost. After all the talk of the rivalry between Pat’s and Geno’s, and the testaments from die-hard Philadelphians, what more could I do than visit and eat for myself? We drove into the city at midday. The skies were gray and the weather was crisp, not a particularly beautiful day at all. As we parked across from Pat’s…