I arrived in Calafate without a single preconception. My expedition to the end of the world had been plotted out by my outdoorsy brother and his outdoorsier wife, who were planning to accompany me but ultimately canceled just a month before. A 1 hour cab ride to the international airport at 5 a.m. followed my first…
I was a little bit wobbly both in form and thought as I stepped out of my friend’s apartment in Belgrano into humidity and 85° degree late summer heat. I wore white capris and a sheer, lime-green sleeveless. Having only rarely glanced at my own skin during frigid cold winter months, I had forgotten how…
My first night in Buenos Aires found me in a crowded stadium, cheering along with River Plate fans as our boys in red and white assailed the Mendocino goal. I am almost notorious at this point for not owning a single sports fan jersey, a source of great and all-too-frequent shame to my friends at…
A rambunctious night lead to a morning of regrets and growling stomachs. While purses could not be un-lost and shots of vodka could not go un-taken, our hunger could in fact be alleviated, the right way. I woke up craving oysters for some reason, a gourmande hangover of sorts. I’m not sure slimy bivalves were exactly…
My birthday dinner this year took place at Estadio in the company of my best friend who came to visit, during and despite a snowstorm, to celebrate. I had intended to go Logan Circle/U Street hopping, but many of my go-to joints were closed for the evening due to inclement weather. Fortunately, Estadio welcomed us, as did…
I have an ongoing love affair with Stachowski’s Market in Georgetown. The Polish-inspired (though not quite traditional) deli is not as popularly known around town as it should be. Red Apron and Union Smoke House tend to take much of the credit for D.C.’s charcut scene; Stachowski’s remains for foodies and Georgetown residents searching for premium,…
There are times when all one needs is a palmful of pita overflowing with crumbly, crunch and creamy things. This past Thursday marked my 25th birthday and the first significant blizzard D.C. has seen since I moved here. Though I ended up with an extra day off, my best friend’s visit was mucked and muddled…
Back in December I had been given a tour of an unfinished Alba Osteria just days before its grand opening (on the 30th). I had sat down with Chef Roberto Donna and chatted about the changing definition of “Italian food” and the particularities of regional Piemontese cuisine. The conversation had left me eager to return,…
It seemed to me unapproachable at first glance, as the hype following its opening did not die down for months – a good sign, but a fact which left me weighing a 45-minute wait against just going to Estadio down the street on multiple occasions. Eventually I went to Barcelona Restaurant & Wine Bar for drinks…
I sat, cross, my arms crossed. I had pushed away my plate with an expression that echoed my repugnance. It was a betrayal so grand as to be inconceivable at first. I looked around for signs that this was all a practical joke, that I had unknowingly fallen victim to the candid camera. Surely this hadn’t really…
That Best Bite 