Barbecue is a serious pastime in Texas. In Austin, folks line up outside the doors to Franklin Barbecue at six in the morning so they are first in when it opens at 11. Full article “The Truth”
7:10am, Haneda Airport. Outside is a thick vichyssoise grey fog that bleeds seamlessly into the sea.
We take off into the soupy air, shadows of freighters and fishing boats hanging in the murk below. Full article “Kumamoto”
By: Melissa Flores
I was born and raised in Los Angeles as a first generation Mexican-American, which meant that tortillas came with nearly every meal, beans (the perfect food according to my dad) were a staple and tamales were inevitable at every Thanksgiving and Christmas. Full article “Revisiting first loves. A Los Angeles food story.”
I love visiting the islands and I especially love visiting Samoa – beaming smiles, ‘island time’, beautiful palm-fringed tropical beaches, impromptu laughter-filled rugby games to watch from a sandy perch, rum in hand, book cast aside. Being skinny(ish) and white, I’ve never been game to pretend to be capable of joining in. Full article “Samoa Umu”
by Kate Richards
Photography: Guillaume Luke Zachary and Hyun Gyu Yoo.
It’s hot. I sweat weaving in and out of Myeong-dong’s ubiquitous street food vendors, searching for anything ‘authentic’ amidst curly deep-fried potatoes on sticks, scallops with cheese, hotdogs, and lukewarm pomegranate juice. Full article “Soju Seoul”
Tokyo is a superlative city by many measures – most populous urban area in the world, biggest metropolitan economy of all the world’s cities, home to the world’s busiest train station – but anyone who’s been to Tokyo knows there are two things the city does particularly well: food, and public transportation, and food in public transportation. Full article “Tokyo – Train Station Food.”
Bourbon Street in New Orleans is the kind of place you have to see at least once in your life, but once is probably enough. The long, wide street is lined with bars all trying to out-sell each other with offers of huge beers, free refill drinks, and three-for-one shots. Full article “Searching for soul”
Hurtling through dark streets surrounding seemingly empty neighbourhoods in Tijuana, bursts of bright light revealed bustling taco stands. Like a fever dream, so vivid and unexpected. It was nearing midnight and we wandered to find a late-night snack. Full article “Baja Mexico”
by Mark McAllister
Mole de olla translates to “pot of mole”. It is eaten all over Mexico, the recipe and style varying from region to region and from cook to cook. Like all the best classic dishes, I reckon it was born out of necessity and whatever ingredients were to hand back in the day. It is a thin mole and is easy to make compared with a thick mole poblano, with its chocolate and long list of ingredients. I thought it qualified as a mole because of the addition of chilies but a bit of research tells me that the word “mole” comes from the Nahuatl (Aztec language) word “molli” meaning sauce, stew or concoction. Full article “MOLE DE OLLA”
In our last issue we met Wellington-based food/culture lover and connector Barney Hodges — aka @heresbarney — as he showed us around Wellington’s food markets. Of late, Barney has been handling social media duties at Cuba Street’s popular Emporium Vintage secondhand clothing store. Emporium specialise in vintage US streetwear from the 90s and early 2000s. Earlier this year, he headed to Los Angeles for the first time on a buying trip for the shop. Here he shares his reflections on some of the experiences he had and food he sampled during that stint in and around the City of Angels. Full article “Here’s Barney Hits LA”
Shortly after shooting for this project, Cyclone Winston – the worst in Fijian recorded history – devastated the region, deepening the struggle in an industry already pushed to its very limits of viability.
Thousands of Fijians still remain without homes, surviving in makeshift shacks and tents.
Special thanks to Ranu, kava, and the people of Fiji.
by Ralph Jenner
We were here for a good time, but not a long time. By US standards, Portland is not large, but if you really want to eat the essence of this hipster mecca, you will need at least a week, and a big packet of your favourite indigestion meds.
Full article “48 hours in Stumptown”
A brief rant on laziness, loss and The Man.
I. Under the tracks
My first encounter with a yokocho was long before I moved here, back when Tokyo was still an unfamiliar gleaming enchanting mess of lights, a tangle of train lines and zebra crossings packed with an implausible number of people.
Tony, real name John? Travel agent with a side curry hustle? Or cult leader versed in the masala arts? Full article “Bangkok”
A Coming Light: Goa and the Demons of Diwali
Excerpt from ‘Explaining Nothing: What I Learned in India’ by Dan Kelly (@elhombre_delsur), first published by Counterpress in August 2015, Pondicherry, India. (@counter_press)
Full article “Diwali Adventure”