The unbridled portfolio of a constantly-hungry writer and reporter.
The unbridled portfolio of a constantly-hungry writer and reporter.
You name it, I've written it at one point or another. TV, radio, film, plays, commercials, press releases, marketing materials, social media, presentations, business plans. Comedies. Dramas. Things that make you stay up at night. Things that go bump in the night. The list goes on.
My passion, however, is reporting. And travel. And food. And reporting about food while traveling.
You name it, I've written it at one point or another. TV, radio, film, plays, commercials, press releases, marketing materials, social media, presentations, business plans. Comedies. Dramas. Things that make you stay up at night. Things that go bump in the night. The list goes on.
My passion, however, is reporting. And travel. And food. And reporting about food while traveling.
It’s a good wordy word, wouldn’t you say? I’d say it's one of the best. It’s also a prerequisite for a delicious meal, and a decent article about said meal. And when I write about a succulent dish, therefore, with all the adjectives and verbiage that go along with it, know, then, that at its core, it was a scrumptious - and truly delectable - dish.
(They don't look like it, but they do.)
(They don't look like it, but they do.)
Which was the most scrumptious meal ever, then? Well, that, my friend, is a very tall order of a question to ask. Better to define by category. Best street food? The gyros at 50th and 6th Avenues in New York. I still taste them in my dreams. Best barbeque? Aside from my father’s, of course? Smitty’s Market in Lockhart, Texas. Best pizza? Nob Hill Café in San Francisco. Best burger? Attaboy Burgers in San Antonio.
The most unique dish? This distinction belongs, along with googly-eyed memories, to the fermented shark at Kaffi Loki in Reykjavik, Iceland. (That’s a plate you rarely request twice.)