For those of you who don't know us personally, Kathryn and I don't really dress up when we go out to dinner -- or anywhere else, for that matter. We assume that's at least part of the reason why, in the United States, when we show up at a restaurant, we're typically given a table… Continue reading Dining in South America: Would you mind sitting by the window?
Earlier today we ventured a short walk from the guest house to the Montevideo Port Market, which has been referred to as "Disneyland for carnivores." Once inside, we spent perhaps a half-hour walking from stall to stall, watching the masters work their grills and attempting to gauge how happy their customers appeared. The wood smoke… Continue reading Lunchtime protein orgy at the Montevideo Port Market
Our weekend trips to Las Vegas tend to be busy. We usually cram everything we possibly can into the less-than-48 hours we'll be here. Sleep comes only out of necessity. So it's a little weird that I'm starting a new post at 6:20 am, after getting a full night's sleep and then some. I think we were in bed by 9 pm. That's pretty lame.
I had the best meal of my trip this evening here in Ljubljana. I'd walked past a little hole-in-the-wall place with a sign that read "home cooking" several times since yesterday, so tonight I walked in. I don't even know the name of the place.