Archive for March, 2011

#41 Senegal: NYC food closet, part II

I still find it odd that so many NYC restaurateurs “hide” their nationality. A decent number of Jordanians and Algerians and Moroccans refer to their cuisine as simply “Middle Eastern,” many Bangladeshi restaurants seem content to pretend that their food is “Indian,” and plenty of Puerto Rican- and Dominican-owned places call their food “Spanish.” New […]

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#40 United Kingdom: British food, with no insults

Whenever I think about eating British food, a litany of tired, insulting clichés inevitably jump to mind.  Really, does anybody—other than British chefs and British nationalists—ever say anything good about British food? It would be really easy for me to go to a British-owned pub, eat a soggy pot pie or lifeless fried fish, write […]

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#39 Nepal: noodle-y balls

I probably whine about this far too much, but I was just realizing that Amber, love of my life and miner of her own engagement diamond, has accompanied me on exactly six of my first 38 food excursions—seven if you count the time that I brought Chinese dumplings home and slid them under the bedroom […]

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#38 Philippines: do pig livers taste like candy?

Help me out here: why is it that the Philippines is spelled the way it is, but a person from the Philippines is a Filipino? Why change the “Ph” to an “F”? Why drop the extra “p”? Is somebody from Philadelphia called a Filadelfian? Is a guy from Frankfurt called a Phrankphurter? Then why is […]

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