We left Tijuana in one of the dozens of small white vans that line up at the corner of Avenidas Frontera y Madero and set off every few minutes like shots, whipping down the street and bumping over potholes until someone yells “parada, por favor!” and the bus jerks to the side of the road to let them out. I...
My hands are clasped around a fired clay bowl, still warm, though I’ve finished the soft humita (corn stew) and tender ternera estofada (braised veal) it contained. The air is heavy with the rich scent of heat, and I can identify each spice—cinnamon, cumin, sweet paprika, pepper, salt, chili flakes, thyme—because I measured them into what we’re eating. I inhale...
Profile and interview with Argentine chef Mica Najmanovich, owner and head chef of ANAFE.
Some of you are passionate about Renaissance art or farmers’ markets or NCAA basketball. Maybe running does it for you, or breadmaking, or collecting keychains. Me? I unabashedly love carrot cake. I can make my own, and it’s pretty good, even though my oven here has only three settings (high, medium, and low) and I failed to bring back a...
Small Plates, Big Flavors at New Núñez EateryOur group walked into LUPA and gathered around a long white table underneath a line of small, cylindric spotlights. We slid into a green velvet booth and leaned forward in sleek metal chairs, opened our wine and clinked our glasses, and watched as the first dishes came out, carried carefully and lit from...
From Manhattan, With Love When I first moved to New York, I refused to research restaurants. I didn’t want to rob myself of the experience of wandering around a neighborhood and peering down streets lined with potted perennials and into awning-shaded windows to get a sense of the vibe of a place, to scope out the relationship between waitstaff and...
I spent a few maddening, beautiful, indulgent days in Mendoza, and I’m going to tell you about them, but first, an abstract: Our characters in this edition include possibly the most irritating American the South American continent has ever seen, the dearly beloved Anne (first featured in our Puerto Natales comedy of errors), a trio of brothers committed to creating...
I landed in Santiago 12 hours ago. That isn't enough time to get to know a place, but was enough time to accomplish the following: realize just how bad my Spanish has become make my first friend on this adventure go on a 4-hour, 7-mile walking tour to get my bearings eat some mostly terrible Chilean food and some mostly...