I don’t recall ever walking outside of Cartagena’s walls to reach its rough-around-the-edges neighborhood of Gestemaní; somehow, we just wound up there. There weren’t any signs warning us that we were exiting the walled city. Or maybe there were and we were just too distracted by sampling all of the local street food offerings to take notice. More
A funny thing happens when you fill people in on your plans to visit San Francisco…they all start offering their 2¢ on where you should eat.
“Be sure you eat the clam chowder at Fisherman’s Grotto at the wharf,” my brother suggested.
“Oh, you have to try The Slanted Door,” a friend recommended.
“Oh my gosh, the steak is so good at…” and on, and on, and on. Seriously. Just tell someone you’re going to San Francisco, and you’ll get tons of restaurant recommendations in this hilly, foodie capital. More
By the time this post goes live, it’ll almost be Thursday night in Berlin. And that makes me jealous.
Because I’m missing out on Street Food Thursday, by far the most truly local experience we had in Berlin. You see, every Thursday evening, Berliners gather at Markthalle (Market Hall) in Kreuzberg to eat their fill of food made by street food vendors who don’t have the financial means to open their own brick and mortar restaurants. Trust me when I say that these vendors give restaurants in Berlin a run for their money. More