Reel M’ Inn: Portland’s Bar Food Extraordinaire
What could possibly distract you from the embarrassment of your traveling companion knocking over two pints of beer onto the table, floor, and your army jacket while every…one…in…the…room…watches…you? Reel M’ Inn’s fried chicken and jojos is what. Don’t believe it could be that good? Just ask Sean Brock, he proudly states that the
Cookiebar: Alameda’s Ice Cream + Cookie Youth Rebellion
Being a David Chang ball-fondler, at first I thought Cookiebar’s logo and the name were a little too close to resembling Momofuku’s Milkbar. This minor detail kept me away longer than it should have. On our way home from recreational meandering, I finally went in. All of the employees are under 30-years-old.
Comptoir 21: Possibly Montreal’s Best Fish & Chips
Before leaving on my trip to Montreal, I did endless research and read countless reviews about the region’s signature dish…poutine. That deliciously unapologetic hearty dish of french fries, cheese curds and gravy. And through multiple lists, there was one place that was continuously listed (which turned out to be horrible)
Le Bureau de Poste: $5 Quebec City…
While we stumbled off the Via from Montreal into Quebec City at 10pm on a Saturday night, no research had been made and therefore we had absolutely no idea where we were or what was around. We became victims to the tourist traps and hawkers of the Grand Allee, where
Moe’s: Casse-Croute du Coin in Montreal…
The first time I traveled abroad I was determined not to consume anything remotely related to what I ate back home and not to spend over $10. There was no point and nothing to learn from not stepping out of your comfort zone and forced to speak a language you
WhipOut!: With Your Split-Pea Fritter Out…
Nothing gets my mouth to watering than the mere smell of my mother frying chicken. From the smell alone, I know what’s to come. I know that she’ll saute mushrooms, add cream of mushroom and milk to make a gravy, soy sauce and add the chicken back into the sauce.
Golden Waffle: The True Muscles from Brussels
You’re lucky enough to have found yourself wandering through the streets of Brussels. Sure, you’re alone, because you always travel alone. But, you’re too overstimulated by the Gothic architecture, the span of the Atomium, and the smell of Liege waffles. Except, that smell is so real, it’s snapped me out