Story by Jacqueline Harmon Butler
Ernest Hemingway called Paris a “movable feast,” and I have always agreed with him. On my last night in Paris, I decided to have my own movable feast—a progressive supper, with each course in a different restaurant. I wanted the restaurants to be within walking distance from one another, the last one near my hotel in the 6th arrondissement. I was feeling a bit lonely and disappointed that I hadn’t fallen in love with anyone this trip. I had already told my friends back home that this time I would meet that “special someone” while in Paris. Now, here I was, my last night in town, and still alone……
Story and Photos by Wanda Hennig
When Fryderyk Chopin was born March of 1810, 29 miles west of Warsaw in Żelazowa Wola, in the annex of a manor house belonging to a count whose children Chopin’s father, Nicolas, tutored, traditional Old Polish cuisine was the table of the day. Culinary Poland had remained basically the same since the 17th century….
Story and Photos by Carol Canter
El Profe puts the hamlet of Coacoyul on the map every Thursday afternoon from 2 p.m. when the restaurant opens to serve pozole, the hearty hominy-based soup that is the weekly culinary tradition in much of Mexico, especially in the state of Guerrero….
Story by Lee Daley and John Sundsmo
Taste of Travel News: Reading the Fall 2017, second publication, by the Bay Area Travel Writers Taste of Travel series once again puts me in the mood for a meal on the road. Titled Taste of Travel, Fall 2017 the anthology again features 32 culinary focused travel articles from Bankok to Beijing, Napa to Nayarit and points in between. The beautifully illustrated print copy sells for $18.40 but you can alternatively download a free pdf version– no strings attached…
Story and Photos by Wanda Hennig
Pastéis de nata: Portugal’s sweetest and most replicated tartlets. Versions of them tempt fans in cafés, tea rooms, coffee shops and bakery delis in cities around the world. Having tasted many while on a recent month-long trip roaming cities and towns running from Porto to Faro in the Algarve, I can unreservedly recommend a pilgrimage to the Belém neighborhood in Lisbon to sample “the original”—the one I would unhesitatingly say is the gold standard. The one I would wager a bet designating: best in the world. It was a chance discovery, as the best ones while traveling often are….
Story and Photos by Stephanie Levin
Story and Photos by Lee Daley
Claremont Club & Spa, an urban resort in the Berkeley Hills, has long been a draw for its spectacular setting and club amenities. Now, a new option offers another reason to visit as the Claremont welcomes Limewood Bar & Restaurant to its dining roster. Limewood replaces the former Antoinette’s which shuttered after a two-month stay. Where Antoinette’s favored a formal haute cuisine format, Limewood has reversed that theme with its casual elegance and a seasonal, locally sourced menu. On a recent visit I found Limewood a welcoming way station for both the local community and hotel guests alike…..
Story by Lee Daley
Taste of Travel News: Reading the latest publication by the Bay Area Travel Writers put me in the mood for a meal on the road. Titled Taste of Travel, the anthology features 36 culinary focused travel articles from Bali to Brittany, Paris to Perkins Cove and points in between. The beautifully illustrated hard copy sells for a little more than $20 but you can download a free pdf version online- no strings attached- at the organization’s website where you’ll find a link to accommodate the easy purchase of both the book and the pdf at: http://batw.org/publications/….
Story by Karen Misuraca
My first food-focused vacation was with Kandra Kitchen Crete, when the queen of Greek cuisine, Rosemary Barron, held forth in her ancient stone house in the hills above Malia on the island of Crete. Using the AGA, a wood-burning oven and a spit, we learned to make traditional Greek dishes––from moussaka to tzatziki, tyropita, souvlaki, avgolemono, and spanakopita. The very first magical night under the stars, we climbed onto the tarp-covered roof of a neighbor’s house and stomped away on knee-high piles of grapes as the juice cascaded off a corner into buckets below and we sipped last year’s tongue-puckering wine….