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We’ve Got a Pound of Smoked Shrimp, It’s Dark and We’re Wearing Sunglasses…

The James Beard Foundation sure knows how to pick ‘em.  The annual induction of the 2010 American Classics restaurants is hands-down my favorite part of the James Beard festivities and inspires me to plan creative travel routes for the year ahead.  How can I travel from Brooklyn to Los Angeles with a layover in Albuquerque to go to Mary & Tito’s Café, consume a lot of pastrami at Langer’s and return to a homecoming pie at Totonno’s, but only after a pit stop at Weaver D’s in Athens?  If there is a will (and a bank of frequent flyer miles and carefully rationed vacation days), there is a way. Read the rest of this entry »

F.I.S.P. – Buenos Aires, Argentina

Hasta la Vista (Well, Until March 22nd)…

I will be in Argentina for a spell, but look forward to collecting as many photos of oddities for our collective mocking as possible.

F.I.S.P. – Alien Blueberry Attack! (Orsa, Sweden)

Near Bear Park in Sweden…

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F.I.S.P. – Neither Paper, Plastic Nor Glass (Outside Bar Inopia, Barcelona, Spain)…

UPDATE: Everyone to Cala Montjoi Yesterday…

Oh, Ferran, how you toy with us.  Now, you are closing for good in 2011?  We’ll see.  In the interim, the former Japanese-Tex Mex brothel space across the street is still available.  El Bulli Bay Ridge?  Just think of the waiting list from Shaolin

Yo, Ferran, no disrespect, bro, but can you pick it up on the squid tagliatelle with poached "egg" and virtuals hams? We've gots to tan before we heads over to Level Cafe...

F.I.S.P. – Radisson SAS Hotel at Stockholm-Arlanda Airport

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In Brooklyn, Beggars CAN Be Choosers…

I am still fascinated by what transpired on the D train this morning.  En route to Midtown Manhattan from Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, a hungry pickpocketer helped himself to my beloved breakfast burrito from the outer pocket of my messenger back.  I watched him peripherally during the entire illicit transaction.  He proceeded to read the ingredients and, disgustedly, returned it to my bag, mumbled “I can’t eat that s*#%” and casually got off at the Atlantic-Pacific station.  New York is indeed a rarefied place…