No trip to Rome is complete without: Getting ripped off at least once (I'm looking at you, Roman cab drivers), eating a plate of carbonara (preferably at Roscioli), and having a gelato.
AUSTIN – Paul Qui had invented a dish that he knew would drive the drunk crowd nuts: deep-fried roasted beets dusted with shichimi and dressed with kewpie mayo. Beets? For real.
NEW ORLEANS – Long after the plate was removed and long after the last bite of heart-thumping upside-down pineapple cake was licked clean from the spoon, I thought about those oysters.
Bizarre travel rituals: Terminal-hopping to find an airport branch of a local restaurant. Nothing like eating in the actual city, but less grim than the Chili's near the departure gate.
Bizarre travel rituals: I spend the whole night before I go packing for a trip, typically from 1-4 a.m., generally being inefficient and failing to learn from experience. I always forget something critical.
BURGUNDY – One-handed cheese service can be a challenge when a stationary cheese board is on the table. The ability to pirouette amid a boisterous Burgundy-fueled throng struck me as a miracle.