There’s an eating tradition going on in Wisconsin you and I may not know about. The Friday night fish fry,
according to Michael Eady, is a pretty big deal
in a state known more for its beer drinking and Cheese Heads. Eady talks of his first fish fry experience at
Come Back In, a tavern in Madison. He makes all the “rookie
mistakes”, getting the wrong type of fish and side dish, but at least gets a good German beer out of the deal.
NYC Food2 Your Door
Not exactly an adventure travel-type story, but living in New York, one develops such a strong relationship with
take out and delivered food, I just had to bring attention to
this piece by the Times’ Eric Asimov. Asimov
writes light-heartedly about something that has become an integral part of every New Yorker’s lifestyle, indeed as he
puts it, something every New Yorker considers an inalienable right: to have meals of almost any conceivable sort
delivered to their door, hot, fragrant and appetizing.
As I read the article, I couldn’t help think that someone needs to do a sort of
Nanny Diaries for food delivery
folk. Know what I mean?
Frascati’s Osterie
Matthew DeBellis’ first person tale of winding through the Roman hills to
Frascati, a historic hill town, tells a story of a man
questing for the osterie experience.
By this, I mean he is seeking with his friends an Italian dining adventure well away from the place tourists go and
where you are likely to rub elbows with many Romans looking for an escape from the big city. The osterie they
end up at, La Tana del Cinghiale, is a place where your food is shared without words, the meal is long and the
service is simple but friendly. A great read.
On the Inca Trail
Andy the Hobo Traveler
was on the Inca Trail recently and blogged about it. In fact, this incessantly vagabonding fellow has been very
busy lately in Peru. And apparently he’s angry. What about? He is pissed that so many people write him and criticize
Americans. He seems quite obsessed by the subject, and is writing to both challenge those who are criticizing, and, it
seems, to gain some allies among Americans and others sympathetic to him. He’s also been dining of late on guinea pig.
Mmmm.
Andy has been on the road a while, and his blog is a great
read.
Tupac, Nutmeg and St. Lucia
The beginning of this story found on Notes From the Road caught me a
little off guard, but certainly pulled me in for the long haul.
“Tupac Shakur lives on the other side of Mount Gimie,” Philippe said, referring to St. Lucia’s remote, largest
mountain. “Some people in America think he is dead,” but he added, “we know he is up there.”
It may not sound like it at first, but in this
dynamic well written piece you’ll be sure to
learn (if you didn’t already know) some interesting facts and useless trivia about the botanical history
of the Antilles. Of course there is the mention of the ever so popular ‘Mary Jane’ that
many associate with the West Indies, but there is a much richer side to the story as well.
For instance, the small bright yellow Nutmeg fruit found in St. Lucia can be full of flavor for some, but also a
cure for flatulence? Hmm… And while some of us believe citrus was created to brighten man’s breakfast at
the start of his day, some botanists believe it came about somewhere in Indonesia to compel lizards. Now my head
is swelling.