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...
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...
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...
“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...
Picking up where I left off last, What seemed like a simple picture I snapped of a hanging pig head and a young vendor was actually more about what happened on the other side of the lens. As the sun set on the day, Tony and I made our way to a square near the center of town to hook up with...
They scare you to death about the altitude shift in Cusco BUT they neglect to tell you about the death defying commercial airline flight path decent. After an eventful corkscrew up over the Andes high peaks and then down into the puma shaped valley that is Cusco, Ant and I sipped our obligatory...
Why sorrow you say? Two reasons. First, not getting to this story sooner. Second, not being their right now. The food in Lima, as many have recently screamed from the middle of their 3 star michelin kitchens, blew my mind because of the immediate and aggressive foreign assault on my senses....
This is really two stories in one. The tale in words is first and is maybe one of my favorite moments ever experienced abroad. The second story is more visual and is a pictorial journey through the market that was the setting for my first story. I woke up very early one of the days before the...
Not really bells at all BUT today marks the anniversary of the reason for last year’s epic India adventure. Having never officially told the story of the only Indian wedding I have attended that was actually in India, I’m taking this anniversary to share some of the awesome. Straight off...
It’s the simple things that stick with me. The perfectly, unfussed, real, things that stick with me the most. It could be many things but meals are those that I remember most. Usually because they link to a bigger memory of an experience I had or a person I met. This is the story of Rafik, our...
