I hadn’t seen the Southern Cross in nearly twenty years. Back then, I was a junior in college, studying abroad for a semester along the southern coast of Australia, thousands of miles away from family and friends.
Travel bits, bites, and adventures.
There is something magical to the end of a year. It’s as if we’re given the opportunity for a do-over, to do away with another twelve months that may or may not have served its purpose.
Oh, Portland. After a decade, you’re finally starting to grow on me. Your rivers, your bridges, your crazy cyclists. The food and drink selection, however, is certainly one of your shiny bits.
We’re venturing to the west coast today, to the place where hearts are left and the Fernet flows freely – beautiful San Francisco, California. The iconic city by the bay is not only a tourist’s dream, it’s food and drink destination, with an abundance of cocktail pioneers and Michelin stars.
This round of ’48 Hours in…’ was penned by my dear friend, Erin Edds. A fellow entrepreneur, Erin and her husband, Stephen, are the operators of the wildly popular Hoosier Momma Bloody Mary mixer line – a favorite at Colts games, the Indianapolis 500, and Kentucky Derby.
First, you head north past Los Angeles’ Hasidic Jewish neighborhood and onto the posh boutique-lined Beverly Boulevard for a bite at Petty Cash, an upscale taqueria. The walls look like an enormous Digital Retna mural, and the bar is stocked with scores of agave spirits, many of which you’ve never seen before. You see the trompo and decide to order tacos al pastor to go with your Paloma.
For this round of “48 Hours in…”, I asked my friend, and locale expert, Evan Strange, to point us in the right direction. Though I originally met Evan during my visit to Indianapolis, he made the trek down Texas way two years ago, and is certainly my go-to to get the off-the-radar dining deets in this capital city.
Jumping off the success of our inaugural “48 Hours In…Miami” post, we’ve got jetsetting funny man Jason Kessler listing off his favorite airport bites across the nation, whether you’re running to your connection or killing time on a layover.
Food and gossip columnist Lesley Abravanel kicks off our new food & travel series, “48 Hours In…”, with her top dining and drinking picks in sunny Miami, Florida. With a handful of favorites, both the glamorous Martini Bar at the Raleigh – with food from our favorite Miami chef, Michael Schwartz – and the kitchy Alabama Jack’s make the cut.
Chef Greg Grohowski has his hands full managing the high volume kitchens of the Hyatt Regency Maui Resort and Spa. The Midwest native began as many chefs do, on the line through high school and college, cooking with family and friends along the way, apprenticing at the Tippecanoe Restaurant within the historic
You never visit me anymore.
I remember back in the day where, after a Christmas Eve of cheerful congregants and church service, I would carefully place cookies or tortilla chips or a munchie du jour by the living room fireplace, head to bed, and awaken to a tree (always real) surrounded by presents. Sure, I’d count them every year, making sure that my brother and I had the same number of gifts, but overall, I think I’ve always been appreciative of your work.