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It’s been a long while since my first pop-up restaurant in Houston almost three years ago. I’ve been traveling and working on other projects in television and public speaking. This year, though, I hope to focus on my own personal culinary goals, and that means…drumroll, please…developing my own restaurant concepts which I hope to open in the near future. I always get asked when I’m going to open my own restaurant, and the time finally feels right. Of course, we are in the very early development stages of it all,

Because we got straight-up REJECTED at Balvenie, we visited Glenfiddich instead. The Glenfiddich distillery was a much larger operation, offering tours on a walk-in basis. A tour guide, complete with a kilt, gave us a tour of the 130-year-old family operation. I learned that glenfiddich means “valley of the deer,” hence Glenfiddich’s label. At the endof the tour, of course there was a tasting. The visit to Glenfiddich was totally worth it, but they say once you tour one distillery, they’re all kind of the same, so unless you’re a

I wanted to try haggis, so we had to find a restaurant serving some traditional Scottish fare. That’s how we stumbled upon Howies. We had passed many restaurants after visiting Edinburgh Castle, but none of the menus looked enticing. There were a lot of fish ’n chips, meat pies, and fish chowders—not that there was anything wrong with these—but everything sounded like greasy bar food, so when we found a bistro type eatery up a hill serving lunch specials, we put our names on the list. Howies isn’t super cheap,

Even after Korean food the night before, we still couldn’t get enough. With perhaps the hardest name for a non-Korean to remember, Kang Hodong Baekjeong has been on my queue of places to try in KoreaTown, L.A., for a couple of years. It’s named for a Korean comedian, and with my knowledge of the language limited to “mom,” “dad,” and “thank you,” it’s no wonder I can’t pronounce nor remember this name. But I don’t discriminate. Three of us came on a Saturday night, and there was a two-hour wait.

Now back to our regularly scheduled program (sort of). I’m wedging in my recent trip to L.A. For MasterChef within my UK travels, so I’m going to finish off the L.A. Series with some L.A. Food reviews, followed by a L.A. Inspired recipe. The hubs and I met up some friends for dinner at Mister Bossam after the first day of shooting the MasterChef Celebrity Showdown because Korean food is a staple every time we visit L.A. Bossam is one of my favorite Korean dishes ever. Ssam means “wrapped,” and

When Gordon Ramsay heard I’d be visiting his stomping grounds on summer holiday, he invited the hubs and me to dine at his flagship restaurant, the very same one where he made his name and earned his Michelin stars. The dining room was cozy, and, I was told, decorated in a formal ‘90s dated kind of way. I most appreciated the little stool at our table on which I could set my handbag—it’s a small detail that makes a large impression. We started with some bubbly and then quickly launched

On our fourth day in London, my girlfriend and I wanted to experience afternoon tea. I was recommended many places for tea time, including the Ritz and Claridge’s. But on this day, we’d been roaming around London in shorts and sneakers, and we just didn’t feel like trekking back to our airbnb to change into high tea-appropriate wear, so we ended up at the Rose Lounge, mostly because we were already in the area. The Rose Lounge turned out to be exactly what we were looking for: true afternoon tea

How do the Brits not fall into food coma after eating this? Maybe it’s because their adrenaline is still running high from being yelled at by the man taking orders behind the counter. I don’t know if he’s the owner, but he’s authoritative, whoever or whatever he is. Right when we entered, I heard his booming voice calling for patrons to hurry up and pick up their dishes at the counter. The place was bustling, and the Breakfast Nazi was in full swing, taking no bullshit from nobody. This was

The first time I came to London, I was 22, fresh out of college, and traveling on a young backpacker’s dime. This meant I ate a lot of hostel breakfasts and fast food. I was later told London is home to the best restaurants in the UK, and now that I have a little more money in the bank, I was able to splurge on food beyond cold cereal and Big Macs (which, if I recall correctly, tasted just like their American counterparts). On day 1 of our UK &

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