Germinando Vida

For about four or five years back in college, I was happily pescatarian (no meats except fish). For the most part, this was super easy for me: I love tofu and beans, and good “vegetarian food” (which should more fairly be called “cooking vegetables right”) is phenomenal. Roasted brussels sprouts, candied carrots, broiled asparagus, tomato-basil-mozzarella salad,…

LA 73: Paradero Gourmet

Earlier this year, LA 73 hosted a massive Chinese New Year block party. In true Peruvian style, people flocked to the small restaurant, quickly overwhelmed the bar and little outdoor seating area, poured onto the sidewalk and street, and steadily got smashed (loudly but peacefully) until the sun came up. The last thing I remember was Ivo carrying our fluffy…

La Rosa Nautica

There he was. Sprawled majestically down the filthy reception stairs of my cheap student housing dorm in Bristol, England. His hangover was evident: Squinting bloodshot eyes. Hoarse voice. Slurred words. Yesterday’s clothes. I don’t remember exactly what I said when he groaned and lifted himself up off the stairs just enough to ask for my number. I…

Osaka: Cocina Nikkei

I’ve got a love-hate relationship with my crazy job. I’m essentially the Editor in Chief of my own business, and that business provides proofreading services for second-language graduate students in particular. In short, my clients’ deadlines are my deadlines, so life can get exhausting fast. By the end of this April, I hit the floor: Why were…

Arlotia: Spanish Peruvian Fusion

On a quiet weekday evening, Ivo came back from the gym hungry. We did the get-ready shuffle and five minutes later were out on the streets of Barranco. Arlotia’s bright red interior drew us in. From what I could see, apart from being yellow on the outside (which isn’t especially unique for Lima), Arlotia didn’t have…

Barra Mar

Grabbing seafood for lunch in Barranco has not once ended in disappointment. We’re coastal, everything is fresh, every human has grown up knowing how to prepare seafood. The outcome is that I get to be insanely picky about who serves the best seafood my favorite way. Barra Mar is teetering on a thin line between authentically charming…

WingMan: Alitas Inc.

Usually, my cravings are for desserts and random ethnic food. But every once in a while, somebody drops the ball and the American stereotype in my head gets his hands on the microphone. This time, pounding “Born in the USA” as he swerved his tractor around a bunch of panicked office workers, he howled through my brain’s speakers, “BEER…