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The best travel locations for foodies around the world.
Sydney’s Best Set Menu Lunch Spots
Sydney is a paradise of delicious food, spectacular waterfront venues and pleasant weather- and its charm never fails to draw us in! With all the cosy winter vibes in the air and the warmer trails of spring slowly inching its way towards us, we’re trying to make the most of time spent outside. At mid-day, people are always on the lookout for climate-controlled, cosy restaurants to escape the cold and enjoy a warm and delicious meal. And we’ve got you covered (quite literally) with Sydney’s best lunch spots! What’s even better is that all these options have a prix fixe lunch menu which leaves you no room for pre-dining confusion.
By Evelyn Adam4 years ago in Feast
Never Underestimate Mexican Candy
De la Rosa Mazapan, Vero Mango, Pulparindo, Chamoy,Chaca Chaca, Gansito Marinela Pastelitos, Duvalin, Carlos V, Abuelita, Salsagetti, chocolate, tamarindo, watermelon, mango, strawberries, sweetness, saltiness, and more than a hint of spice. How incredibly diverse is Mexican candy!
By Stina Journey5 years ago in Feast
Taste of home away from Home
Hello, reader, my name is Maryam. I come from Ukraine- the land of bounty, the country of beauty and the cuisine of heart! If you have heard of Ukraine before, you probably associate it with the famous red Borsch or savory Potato dumplings? Maybe you know about cabbage Golubtsi or even Chicken Kiev? Yes, yes this is where the the famous golden-brown, roasted chicken cutlet comes from- Kyiv, my hometown!
By Salomé Saffiri5 years ago in Feast
A taste of sunshine
One of the things I love about travel is being able to immerse myself into a new culture. The people, the traditions, the celebrations and most of all...the food! Sampling the local cuisine in the country you travel to, or a new region in your own country, can be the best part of a holiday. New dishes, new flavours and a whole new experience.
By Rowena Becker5 years ago in Feast
Island time, Island Flavor
I first stepped foot onto an old, weathered dock on Isla Mujeres, Quintano Roo, Mexico twenty-two years ago. Since that time, I have visited several times, and I always prefer to take the slow, old, open-sided ferry to the small island. Sure, there are speedy, air-conditioned express ferries that will get you there in half the time, but I find that slowly putting across the clear, calm, turquoise waters of the Bay of Mujeres while sitting next to a crate of limes and a cage of chickens really sets the tone for stepping into the relaxed pace that is “island time.”
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Feast
Nights Aflame
I grew up in a bustling household. My father’s roots are Chinese and my mother’s Vietnamese. They had 8 children; we were all born in Saigon in the midst of the Vietnam war, during a time of incredible scarcity. Luckily for us, our family was sponsored to Canada. Ingredients were more readily available here, so mom relished in the cooking she could do and we were truly spoiled with food. Mealtimes were always a great affair, the long dining table filled with dishes prepared by mom, sometimes it was Chinese cuisine, sometimes Vietnamese. But always, it was a chance for the family to gather to share their day and connect with one another.
By Linh Huynh5 years ago in Feast
Otai & Lu Pulu
Otai & Lu Pu “CKCH!””CHHHT!” One half of a sliced watermelon. Otai is a drink originating from western Polynesia. This refreshment is most affiliated as a Tongan cuisine. A chain of islands in the south pacific. Tonga is an archipelago made up of more than a hundred seventy islands. Population is approximately a hundred and four thousand, four hundred and ninety four, according to world bank. Location is southeast of Fiji. South east of Samoa. About one thousand two hundred and forty two miles north east of Auckland, New Zealand. Two thousand and thirty eight miles east of Brisbane, Australia. From its natural blowholes, land bridges, rock's, coconut trees, and caves. Tonga is one of thee first countries, if not, thee first country to see the sun up.
By The Novelist5 years ago in Feast
Sushi: The National Dish of Sami-land.... Top Story - July 2021.
It was the night of October 26, 2013, and I was crying incessantly on the phone to my mother. My Christmas break was just over a month away, and I was slated to return home to Jamaica for a month to await the new semester. The problem was, I did not want to go home—not because I don’t love my home country, but because there was someone in another country I couldn’t wait to meet. She was only three months old at the time and probably wouldn’t know who I was if she saw me, but that didn’t matter. She was my niece, and I was adamant that I had to meet her before her first birthday. Sami was born in Nagoya, Japan, in July 2013 and was my sister’s first child. My mom, sister and I lived in three different countries, so it was expected that we wouldn’t always share in big moments such as the birth of my niece. Despite this, I was eager to be there for my sister physically to share in her blessing, even if it meant visiting months later.
By Donziikinz5 years ago in Feast
Reflections from the diary of a hungry traveler
05.07.2015 ROME: This morning we woke late and went to hunt for some breakfast. Mattia really wanted me to try ‘bombolini’, the Italian equivalent of a custard doughnut. No opposition from me… I surrendered willingly to the steady step of a man who’s mind was stead-fast on pastry. Darting from alleyway to alleyway, we stopped at three bakeries before arriving at our place. A tiny, inconspicuous establishment that found itself nestled, as if by accident, between the garage doors of two apartments. There was barely room for us at the bar, I was bumper to bumper with weathered Italian men, finding respite in caffeine and gluten. We ordered two bombolini and two espresso’s. Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait long… there was an emptiness in me that was about blossom into the madness of hungry desire. Mattias and I were not polite in our devouring. Mama mia, that was something new. Sweet, fluffy pastry like air had been dunked in a sugary snow. At its core, a melting river of near-savoury custard lubricated the lining of our throats. We ordered two more for good measure and headed out hand in hand, ready to tackle Rome.
By Belle R Gurney5 years ago in Feast
