It is almost May. I’m slightly alarmed by this. Not just because the year is zipping by, and I’m wondering how I squandered away all that time with so little to show for it (Whither the sample chapter of the great American travel memoir, Everywhereist? Whither the clean laundry you were going to do?), but…
– We weren’t cool enough for The Woodsman Tavern, and we knew it. We’d found ourselves at the Portland restaurant at the recommendation of our friend Matt. We’d tried to go to Broder, but it was a Sunday morning and they were mobbed. Matt explained that The Woodsman had just started serving breakfast. We could…
– I’m not big on souvenirs. At least, not in the traditional sense. Rand and I are on the road a lot, and if I purchased every delightfully tasteless memento I encountered, we’d long ago have been buried under a pile of snowglobes, novelty beer bottle openers, and tiny resin sculptures of bears in swimming trunks.…
Dear Deutsche Museum, I like you, I really do. You are at the top of my list of attractions to visit in Munich. I had a ridiculously fun time roaming through all of your exhibits and halls, and I became acutely aware of how little I know about … well, everything. In particular, I enjoyed…
When I was ten or eleven, my mother took my brother and me to see Universal Soldier in the movie theater, at my brother’s request. For those of you unfamiliar with this specimen of early-90s cinematic glory, here are some fun facts: It is rated R. It involves a terrorist plot … at the Hoover…
This is Anton. – Anton’s life is miserable.
Folks, it’s the 20th of March April. Yup. It’s 4-20. While I’m sure many of you are celebrating this Friday in completely wholesome, legitimate ways (like going to the movies and eating cupcakes), I suspect a few of you are going to spend it on slightly-less-legal endeavors (after which you will likely go to the…
– Pok Pok, for a lot of people in the northwest, is probably old news. When I first visited it a little over a year ago at the recommendation of my friend Jessica, it was still relatively obscure. The repetitive name did not hang on the lips of northwest foodies like a whisper to a…
– Munich was sunlit and warm when we visited a few weeks ago. So warm, in fact, that Rand and I – along with hundreds of other folks – were able to eat lunch outside at Viktualienmarkt downtown (I believe we were at the Schlemmermaier Sausage Stand, a name I cannot read, much less say,…
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