The visit to Tsukiji Fish Market was really one of the highlights of my trip to Tokyo so I thought it deserved its own post. Where else can you see dudes zipping around in these crazy R2D2-looking little trucks carting around giant frozen tuna? And where else can you eat the absolute best sushi you’ve ever had in your life? Click on the beautiful slab of maguro below for the full story.
Alright, so a couple weeks ago I had the opportunity to spend several days in Tokyo. Though it was a rather brief time and though I speak a sum total of six words of Japanese, I feel qualified to offer a profound anthropological treatise on Japanese culture. Actually, I think I’m just going to resort to stereotypes and generalities when I say this: Japanese folks seem to be good at everything. I don’t know why. They just are – even with things that weren’t indigenous to their culture. Think about it: rock gardens, bonsai trees, tea ceremonies, samurai, samurai movies, anime, electronics, cars, all things cute, tv game shows, really expensive jeans, crazy ass fashions, even reggae dance hall. So, think about this level of perfectionism and attention to detail as it pertains to food, something that Japanese folk – no, ALL Asian people are obsessed with (generally speaking, of course) – and you’ll understand my excitement at having the chance to eat Japanese food in Tokyo. I was not dissappointed. In fact, I was kind of blown away. Click on the bento box below for the full story.
This give a whole new meaning to Iunch box. I almost didn't want to open this box up, but my stomach thankfully got the better of me.
Oi, tuto bem? That’s Portuguese for “what up, yo?” Here’s another word for you: churrasco. That’s Portuguese for Brazilian style bbq wherein a variety of meats are slow cooked over charcoal until dripping with juicy deliciousness and then sliced into little morsels for people to eat over the course of several hours. In other words, it’s a little slice of heaven.
And thanks to Jake and Sari who opened up their home and back yard to Almir Santre whose skill, talent and marinades have no rivals that I’m aware of, I got to spend a few blessed hours in heaven last weekend. Click on the mouth watering photo below to read more about the bbq and the rest of the blessed food weekend in LA.
Alright, so I’m back. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. Sorry to all you three readers of this blog. But I’m back and in between jobs (not working) so I will be putting more stuff up very very soon. In the mean time, check out some words and photos from my summer travels – all food focused of course. Click on the mushroom below to have your mind blown by the full story.
It’s my own fault really. I’ve been in France since May and mostly I buy fresh veggies, and fruit and cheese and bread (finally found a good baguette place…now I’m officially French).
The week before last I ate African food at a music festival in Marseille and just last week, I went to Morocco with my friend Jessica. In actuality, going to Morocco is quite the French thing to do: most Moroccans speak French as an official language (although never if they can help it- Arabic is king), and with Ryan Air, tickets were only about $60 round trip from anywhere in France. I could spend hours talking about my experience there – my trip through the old town “medinas”, our 4 hour train ride (sans air conditioning), the nice people we met (one who even insisted we stay at his house with his grandma), and all the wondrous and miraculous ways we got cheated.
But, Clarence, I’ll just stick to the food… (read on…)
