How do you know when it’s time to go home? As in before you wear out your welcome? Maneuvering the Emily Post of good dinner guesthood is challenging enough when you grow up with the rules. It gets downright tricky when you’re on someone else’s cultural turf.
We had dinner with friends the other night, and during the after-dinner tale-swapping Continue reading →
May I have Males to the Vapor ?
You don’t need to travel far outside your language zone to find well-meaning but often funny and even unfortunate translations. Signs, tourism information, and especially restaurant menus are often a great source of entertainment (as the Asian-oriented fun-with-language-gaffes site Engrish proves over and over again) , and Chile is no exception. Get your red-hot menu blunders here! Continue reading →
Posted in Drinks, Foods, Language
Tagged Bad Translation Fun, Chile, English language, Engrish, Espanglich, food, Language, menus, PostaWeek2011, Restaurant, Spanglish, translation
A visit to the Olave organic olive groves and almazara (olive oil mill) prompted this photo essay on one of my favorite products: fresh Chilean olive oil.
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Posted in Foods, Photography, Typical Products, Work * Trabajo
Tagged Chile, food, Olave, Olive, Olive oil, Olivium, organic olive oil, photography, PostaWeek2011
Roasted chestnuts in Romes Piazza Navona
I love food. Clear enough? And as far as I’m concerned, one of the major reasons to travel is to see what they’re eating “over there.” And in Italy, it doesn’t take a lot of rummaging to come up with tasty options. Indoors, outdoors, wherever you look, there’s always something worth munching on. And while I have to say that we did eat well–though maybe not often enough to suit me (the Mister’s Boot Camp School of Travel does not include many daylight hours for mundane things like eating, although in all fairness, night-time is a whole different story, not to mention an entirely different post!). Continue reading →
Posted in Foods, Italy, Street Foods * Comidas Callejeras, Travel
Tagged Chestnut, Eating, food, Food cart, Food truck, gluhwein, Italy, PostaWeek2011, roasted chestnuts, Rome, Street food, street venders, Vin brule, vino navegado
El "Manicero." Old-time peanut vendor.
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Who doesn’t love a good empanada?
Well, me, for one… as much as I hate to admit it.
But before all you empanada lovers come to their defense–I know they’re delicious! And it’s not that I don’t like them really as much as it is that the particular combination of ingredients, especially onions, just do me in.
To speak true Chilean, you must refer to these savory delights as “empana’as” (because Chileans “eat” the d while waiting in line for fresh empana(d)as to come out of the oven). You get extra points if you dream about biting into a “rica empanáa caldúa” (a delicious and very juicy empanada). Continue reading →
Ever thought about the senses you use when you travel? No matter what kind of traveler you are—intellectual, cultural, adrenaline seeker, low-budget backpacker, VIP all the way—it’s your senses that make that experience possible.
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Posted in Foods, Identity, Leisure * Ocio, Travel
Tagged Chile, food, senses, sights, smell, sound, taste, touch, Travel
Santiago de Chile–city full of nooks and crannies and little secrets right under your nose–no wonder I love it.
Despite having lived here “forever” it took a foreigner less than 2 days in Chile (that’s you @cfarivar) to find a place I’d walked by a zillion times and never noticed! So the other night, after an incredible Chinese meal at Mr. Wu (which I’ll leave for another post), the four of us were still enjoying ourselves too much to go home, and as we zipped along Alameda (Santiago’s main drag), I asked if anyone had ever heard of what had been described as an “unpretentious” bar called 777… and the next thing you know, there we were, standing in front of the entrance with no sign, a barely legible and heavily tarnished brass street number about 8 feet up, a tattered liquor license posted above that, and a steep and winding, dark, and heavily graffitied stairway leading to who knows where… Continue reading →