In years past, what excited me most about going home for Christmas was the eating (I love you, Mom). It became a ritual. Somewhere around September or October I’d begin working out again – not because of the approaching
Brunch is always a good idea. I mean, who can argue with mimosas before midday, crispy bacon and eggs done in the most spectacular fashion? Yep, no one.
The Argentines have thankfully become accustomed to the breakfast / lunch combo and they’re
A few weekends ago, I was walking down Thames when a cyclist stopped me in my tracks. Very abruptly. The funny thing is, the driver wasn’t even moving. Nor even on the bike.
Instead, the bike had become a type of converted kiosco, filled with
I’m not much of a bruncher. But before you light those pitchforks, let me explain. I’m not one to turn down salmon gravlax or eggs benedict (read: I don’t turn down food; read: cook for me!). I will welcome with open
Article by Rachael Leonie.
As one of the cities many freelancing expatriates, I’ve spent my fair share of time shuffling through Buenos Aires’ coffee shops: tasting the bland, paying for the disappointing, and gulping down the bitter
Of all the romantic anecdotes about expats finding their way to Buenos Aires, there isn’t one quite like Ayaz and Liyanleth’s. But then again, if there was, maybe I wouldn’t have
“There’s a new place in my neighborhood that has great coffee, but it’s full of hipsters.” Someone told me.
Hipsters in Buenos Aires? Are hipsters still a thing? What is a hipster, really, anyway?
On a recent trip to Portland
Review and Photos by Sharon Salt.
Hierbabuena has a brunch. Hierbabuena, my favorite restaurant in all of Buenos Aires, maybe ever, has a brunch.
Unfortunately, I had never been able to participate in this Eventful Meal because I was never quite willing
I was on my way to an event and my arms were full or packages to deliver. I picked up a taxi on the busy corner next to my street and told him my destination.
“Vamos.” He replied as he drove off.
“Vamoooooos”, I confirmed, in my imitation Argentine
I studied abroad in Southwest France. It was divine.
When I arrived, I spoke no French. When I left I was fluent. Today, I speak no French.
On my first day in town, my French neighbor told me: “There are only two phrases you need to know