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,
The first time I was in Edinburgh, I was twenty-two and did not dare to try haggis. Since then, I’ve matured and developed a hunger for new experiences, especially those in the gastronomical realm. This meant I was on a mission in Edinburgh. This time, I was going to eat some haggis. For those that don’t know, traditional Scottish haggis is made of sheep offal stuffed inside its stomach lining with oats and spices. It reminds me of Louisianan boudin. The next day, we were going to embark on a
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
Coming off the tail of my season premiere of Four Senses and vlog of day 1 in L.A. is the MasterChef Celebrity Showdown, followed by a behind-the-scenes look at MasterChef. I flew to L.A. In November to shoot the MC showdown, along with a couple of fellow MasterChef champions and current MasterChef Junior contestants. But our challenge was only one of many. Supermodels and television stars also duke it out in the kitchen, all in the name of charity. Catch the two-hour MasterChef Celebrity Showdown tonight on FOX at 8/7
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
Sorry for the lack of posts this month. I’ve been in Vietnam on some wild adventures. I’ve also come up with a new direction in which to take my blog, and I’m excited to share the new format with you in 2016! Patience you must have, my young padawan.
On our fourth day in the UK, we have our first true, hearty English breakfast. How do the Brits eat this in the morning without falling into food coma afterwards? Much like the English bacon that came on our plates, the owner/man taking orders behind the counter was quite salty. He reminded me of the Soup Nazi on “Seinfeld” because he barked at customers who held up the queue or deviated from normal ordering and dining standards. At least it was a memorable experience. More next time on the food