The first Monday of each month, Graffiato turns into a kind of war-zone. A stainless steel counter and U-shaped pizza bar serve as the trench line, behind which chefs hurry-scurry, stuffing fried chicken into buns, grating daikon over pasta, piling freshly fried donuts onto serving plates. Across enemy lines, hoards of curious gastros push forward to…
I fondly remember those Sunday mornings when I would wake up in the early afternoon to the sound of my parents arriving back home after their weekly brunch at Japonaise Bakery and Cafe, bearing a big brown bag of treats from Bazaar (a.k.a. “the Russian store”) in Brookline. Stacked containers of super garlicky mushroom and…
I recently attended a networking get-together, held at Ambar, a Balkan restaurant near Eastern Market which serves up small plates of all your former-Yugoslavian favorites. The food is presented in elegant and visually pleasant ways in bite-sized portions and paired with an awesome, almost exclusively Balkan wine list (from which I tried a very funky white…
Last weekend, I finally got to take part in the very popular Washington, D.C. brunching trend on a rainy Sunday afternoon with some friends who were visiting me from Boston. I had heard good things said and read good things written about The Coupe, and the online menu looked interesting, so I decided to leave the…
One late night place I’ve grown particularly fond of lately is Julia’s Empanadas at DuPont. It’s a great little spot to visit after a long night of DuPont Circle merriment, a good meeting point and a good place to loiter around and smoke a cigarette while your group decides what is next on the night’s…
Sometimes you end up moving to a city you once visited on a road trip with friends. In this case, it is a wise idea to correct the mistakes you once made as a weekend tourist, or at least polish your experience about the place up a bit. That’s what I did this past weekend…
I recently attended a showing of A Tanú, a film that was famously banned in Hungary for over a decade for its parody of the inefficiencies of the post-WWII communist regime. The event was held at the Hungarian Embassy and the movie viewing was followed by networking and noshing, as well as tasting a red and a…
To this day I am haunted with one colossal regret about my life in Hong Kong. My Argentine roommate and I made a promise to ourselves on our 2nd week in this crazy city that we would figure out the traditional Chinese medicine and dry good stores that line the street of Sheung Wan and…
Lone Star Taco Bar is a place I wish I had found out about sooner, especially considering how much of my time in Boston I spend in Allston, where the majority of my friends live. Sure, I had heard whispers and stories, mostly positive, about Deep Ellum’s Texican-Mexican hermanito, but I didn’t realize it was…
Before I travel to a place, there is a pre-departure processes I feel almost obligated to carry out: watch the Bourdain episode, browse through the city’s Eater Top Stories, do a quick search on Thrillist and SeriousEats (if in the U.S.), and consult with anyone I might know from there. In the case of San…
That Best Bite 