Archive for August, 2012

#123-124 Iraq & United States: ouzi and the garbage plate

  Sometimes, I panic-eat. Buried in a heap of hastily-crammed moving boxes and facing the end of my time in NYC, I could no longer tell whether I was surrounded by a pile of valuable personal effects, or a decomposing mountain of trash that had inexplicably cluttered my NYC apartment for three years. I started […]

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#122 Brazil: the Astoria feijoada smackdown

  Full disclosure: I f*cking love Brazil. I’ve spent a total of about four months there, and have fallen in love with Brazil—and in Brazil—over and over again. So it’s really hard for me to be reasonable about Brazilian food. I’ve had some mind-blowingly great meals all over Brazil—especially in the northeastern corner of the […]

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#121 Syria: follow the bouncing Syrian

  I’m sure that my blog is peppered with assloads of unintentional international food comedy. One of my posts might rant and rave about how much I loved a meal from a particular country, while readers from that country are thinking “Dude, that slop looks nothing like our food, you stupid American slop-eating fool!” And […]

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