#641: Deep Fried Southern Thanksgiving
Charleston, SC: the perfect place for a deep fried, delicious, family-centric, intoxicating, turkey-filled Thanksgiving. Wait… make that two turkeys to carve this year. One turkey that’s roasted, for the kiddos and health nuts (**Raises hand in sheepish faith**), and one that’s deep fried and garnished with green tomatoes. After all, we’re in the South.
#304: Be A Foodie, Eat at True Food.
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#303: Visit Taco Heaven: Lucha Libre.
Mouth still watering. Belly still wanting more pickles, salsa and mango slaw. Eyes still as big as avocados looking at the leftovers. Must. Wait. Until. Dinner. To. Finish. So stuffed and so good. Hashtag can’t hardly wait. It was an epic meal and memorable experience going to Lucha Libre experience. Let me just say that anyone and everyone must make the pilgrimage to this colorful burrito joint in San Diego. Its an institution for authentic Mexican…
# Get the quintessential farmers market basket.
I’ve had many a farmers market weekends. So many I can’t count. Or remember which weekend was the epic Boudin bread eating (I ate an entire pumpkin seed loaf by myself); which weekend was the Cow Girl cheese shaving (I witnessed boiling Gouda cheese being shaved onto a plate of toasted sourdough, diced tomatoes and proscuitto); or which weekend was the free-styling violin playing by a child savant. So many glorious tastes. And smells. And fond memories. That blend…
# Eat your way through the city, at a street food festival.
Today was on par with a Man vs. Food episode. My chef roommate, her restaurant crew and I were man-hungry, craving every taste the city had to offer, hankering for sweet and sour and feeling a wicked hair of the dog. So, we ventured out to the annual San Francisco Street Food Festival to satiate our bellies. Eating our way through the city, we found – six hours, 87 puestos (semi-permanent street stalls), 27 spices, 10 tapas-sized meals, 11 eccentric…