To hear the horror stories (viz. Bourdain), restaurants function the same way pro football does: they keep off the streets those people who might otherwise freak out and harm someone and maybe end up in prison.
Author: zora
Not exactly live poultry, but good enough.
This, along with many other miniature store renderings, was in the "museum" at the glitzy Xcaret eco-park south of Playa del Carmen.
Iraqi food
It's sappy, but true: if you eat something delicious from someone, you just can't hate them.
Heebie-jeebies
Remember when I said the sweat lodge made me want to take more drugs? I take it all back.
Hot dog! An anthem!
"FUCK!" she squawks. "They took my hot dog!"
Glad to be back
Stereotypes (if speaking French really counts as a stereotype) were confirmed on my first visit to fair Canada. As with Mexico, except without quite so much delight, I wondered why it had taken me more than 30 years to visit a country that is so close.
Shrimp dip
She tells me how her crusty old aunt is at the shower, talking to her mom about things maternal.
The Radar I Have, As It Pertains to Restaurants*
Last night I realized mine needs to be specially recalibrated for Mexico.
Of dogs and pigs
So that dude who asked me if I partied... As the conversation got going, I thought, Nooo, he can't possibly be so sleazy as to hit on me, I mean, that's just too sad and predictable.
Welcome home!
This is what the guayabera-clad staff of luxury hotels seem to have taken to saying to arriving guests, even when it's just me driving up in my lub-lub-lubbing little blue Bug, with big sweat stains under the arms of my sink-washed shirt.