Outside a busy mezcal bar in Guadalajara, there’s a white guy from San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury neighborhood who makes some of the most amazing pizzas from a mobile, wood-burning oven, and every night he’s flocked by drunk-hungry patrons with pesos in hand.
In England, the concept of “prepping”— the study of survivalism and preparation for the end of the world—seemed a curious American pursuit, like aerosol cheese or the Kardashians. I spoke to two very different British preppers to understand how they plan to eat once every fast food place has been overrun by creeping lobelia.
I traveled to the gorgeous Tivoli Park in the Slovenian capital for precisely one reason: to eat at the famed Hot-Horse, a mini-chain that’s been serving equine eats since the mid-’90s. You’d better believe I ponied up for a giant, sloppy horseburger.
Wu-Tang Clan co-founder, Power, has become a friend of mine, and a great mentor in realizing ones dreams. I left the fashion industry to pursue my passion as a full-time baker. During a recent power lunch together—even though the two of us have different artistic outlets—we agree that love for your work is the best way to bake the cake and eat it too.
Picking up a bag of the seasonal treat known as pinhão is as familiar to Brazilians as stopping by a summertime peach tents in Georgia or huckleberry shacks in Montana. But deforestations is putting the trees that produce them at risk of extinction.
Forget about sustainability for a second: Is it a worse crime to eat a sea creature that lives for many years than one that’s only around for a few months? If so, let’s gorge ourselves on short-lived squid and shrimp, and leave immortal jellyfish in peace.