Tag: travel
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Anemone of the Amazon – Eating in Guyana
The Jonestown Massacre. Any mention of Guyana, and I’m guessing it’s the Jonestown Massacre that comes to mind. Ponder subject of Guyana and its infamous massacre any further, and this is what you’ll likely recall: how, in November 1978, at an agricultural commune in a densely jungled part of the South American country, the American expat and religious…
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The Bird Abides – Peruvian Chicken at El Pollo Rico – Washington, D.C.
Love at first bite. That’s precisely what occurred at El Pollo Rico on May 24, 2010—a Friday, I recall—sometime around 3 PM, after lunch, when the restaurant was empty and quiet, save the crackle of its charcoal fire, and the Spanish murmuration of its palpably exhausted, post-rush staff. That’s when I first wandered into the little, out-of-the-way…
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Kurt Cobain Never Did This – Eating at Seattle’s Magnificent Bangrak Market
Think of Seattle and tell me what comes to mind. Is it the city’s dimly-lit coffee houses of yore—like the very first Starbucks in Pike Place Market—that you’re thinking of? Is it the Space Needle? Or perhaps you’re subsumed with the vestigial miasma of that once-mighty, grunge-rock scene—that particular scent now filling your head—with a pure and pungent…
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Beneath the Sheltering Sky – Marrakesh’s Miraculous Restaurant Imaj
My mission was in Marrakesh: five days at the Royal Mansur as culinary intermediary for the kind of Indian wedding that’s photographed for the New York Times. Five days of celebration. Five days of total, saturnalian annihilation. This wedding had it all. A sangeet and baraat. A haldi and mehendi. Even an ultra-formal, western-style dinner following the ceremony. Five days of consecutive buyouts at…
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Top Dogs & Hotdog Soup at Chicago’s Cobra Lounge
They call it dragging it through the garden, this process by which Chicagoans turn the everyday hotdog into a thing of gastronomic wonder. The alchemy through which Windy City culinarians accomplish this is uncomplicated, but exact: they take a hotdog—boiled or grilled—and put it on a bun. Then they top that bun with celery salt, pickled sport peppers, white…
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The Battle of Los Angeles – Singapore’s Banana Leaf
Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. This from Coleridge. A single line of verse so neatly describing the paradox of plenty, the idea of bounty without benefit. It’s also a line that perfectly encapsulates my recent experience with the food scene of Hollywood. Because three weeks ago, there I was: smack-dab in the middle of Los Angeles,…
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Welcome to Propaganda by Proletariateats
This blog is about food. Not the food of privilege. Not haute cuisine. This blog concerns itself with street food in its many permutations and sundry forms. The people’s food. The food that feeds the working classes of this sometimes-great nation. This blog also celebrates those culinarians—the street vendors, the food truck operators, the journeyman cooks—who…
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