I have definitely become more comfortable with the luxurious side of air travel in my later years. With greater business power comes greater business responsibility as well as a myriad of business class seats and lounge access. As a result, I started carrying a proper dopp kit, adopted the sports...
My trips to Amsterdam are not of the usual American-in-legal-Marijuana-Prostitution-country kind. In fact they are anything but. In my last two trips to this original New York, I have not even seen the red glow from the narrow allies of the Red Light District and rarely whiffed the tell tale scent...
I waited patiently for the rolling cumulonimbus clouds to run out of tears before I frog leaped across the street. Dodging pools of rain captured in cement bowls and 1950’s General Motors automobile shells run on Toyota engines, I made it across the avenue. My friend Michael pointed at a small...
Aziz Ansari and I have a lot in common. We both love pasta, live in NYC, tell jokes for a living (me in advertising) and felt like foreigners in India. A few days ago T: The New York Times Style Magazine sent me the above video about Aziz’s trip to Trivandrum. Having just finished my second...
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It’s a bit ridiculous that I’ve been living on the east coast of the United States for almost four decades and I have not explored the coastal towns of Maine. The legendary fresh Maine lobster lobster pounds are only part of why I decided to make this solo drive up to the pine tree...
A few weeks ago I needed to jump over to Chicago for a good friends 30+ dude bachelor party. Unsure of how the impending antics and debouchery would impact my eating hitlist, I decided arriving a couple days early for a great food tour of chicago would ensure I checked a few boxes off my growing...
That headline might seem like a spoiler but hear me out on this one. It’s not as deductive as it reads. It was 4:45am and I had barely digested the Alpaca carpaccio I gobbled down for lunch the day before in Peru’s Sacred Valley. My eyes cracked open to reveal only a slight view of...
I like nature. I like the woods. I like the effort it takes to get in but I always try and bring some of the creature comforts with me. Specifically when it comes to food. On this years first trip, my buddy Joe and I, travelled to one of our tried and true regions in the Adirondacks but decided to...
There’s two things that are important in this story. One is my lack of travel, and therefore eating, in the middle east. Second, my man crush on Jose Andres due to his gusto and passion in everything he does. Let’s tackle these one-by-one. The middle east, a region that is highly...
Michael was my first BIG boss in the real world. I remember interviewing with him like it was yesterday. The office, the sunlight, the exposed brick and the immediate connection. Since that day back in 1997 a lot has happened and our relationship has grown from Young Junior Art Director/CEO to...
Beating the crowds is hard in NYC. Just when you think you have the inside line, the back door or the loop hole figured out you’re usually met with hundreds of other NYers who figured it out too. Not the case with my latest plan of attack for the first annual Harlem EatUp. Truth be told this...
When I left you last on this Peruvian adventure I had just grabbed our handmade chocolate and was heading to the bus station. Ant and I had booked ourselves an overnight bus to Arequipa, Peru’s second largest city and the home of some of the countries most majestic peaks and canyons. Rather...
Ricky might have more stamps in his passport than I do. An intrepid documentarian and traveller, Ricky sees life frame by frame. We met back at Yahoo! and have been friends ever since. His brand of story fits perfectly with my desire to tell them. Through the years he’s made visual...
“They’re firah baals”, one of my new Louisiana friends yelled over the 80’s cover band deep in Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me”. The 9 of us downed the cinnamon whisky shot, made the obligatory wrinkle face and got back to the slam dancing. I...
Ben Long and I have bumped uglies more times than you can count. Before you get ahead of yourself understand, that’s what happens when you share a tiny kitchen with a fellow chef. When not sweating over sauces and meat in a kitchen together we always plan for our next dinners and...
