Archive for July, 2011

#64 Guyana: BEAT (or EAT?)

I bought a new pair of jeans a few months ago at an Esprit outlet, and I thought I’d bought some good sh*t. The jeans are comfortable, my ass looks relatively non-terrible and somewhat non-flabby in them, and I only spent $15. Not bad, right? Trouble is, the jeans have one weird flaw. When you […]

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#63 Lebanon: the Damascusland food closet

I thought I was pretty slick when I headed out to Brooklyn for “Syrian” food. I’d eyeballed Damascus Bread and Pastry on Atlantic Avenue quite a few times, and decided that it was time to finally venture in. When I looked up the address again, I found a listing (and a solitary yelp review) for […]

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#62 Peru: conservative palates gone wild, volume 7

Today was one of the rare days when I tried NOT to eat anything unusual or exotic. I was dining with one of my favorite ex-students, an imminently likable guy from upstate New York who claims to be “a complete pussy when it comes to food”… and those are his words, not mine. In honor […]

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#61 Paraguay: lard, love, and little balls

Like Uruguay, Paraguay is a (probably thoroughly amazing) country that I visited far too quickly. Back when I was dumb and young (things have changed enormously: now I’m dumb and approaching middle age), I passed through Paraguay for about 24 delirious hours, while riding the cheapest series of cross-continent buses I could find between Sao […]

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