Our first trip together was after my senior year of college and before Jill’s. We met that spring in a script-writing course and bonded over pre-class beers on the patio of O’Hooley’s; a throw-away comment about my desire to go to Spain and her plans to spend the summer in London dovetailed, and the next thing I knew, we were in the computer center (remember those?), booking airfare and agreeing to meet in England in a month’s time.
That trip included a jet-lagged trek through London in search of crab meat (for the crab cakes we were serving for a dinner party for the flatmates that first night, naturally); a public-transportation odyssey to the suburbs for a highly recommended Indian restaurant; and a quest for a wine festival in northern Spain (buses, buses and yet more buses). We became tapas and sangria connoisseurs, though, and set the template for future trips: Food, drink and unusual detours, on a whim. A visit to a meat-packing plant in California, crashing a vegetarian potluck dinner in Maine, a detour to an under-the-radar taco joint during a West Coast road trip.
We’re a bit more landlocked these days (thanks, economy!), but mentally itinerant, if nothing else. This blog will cover eating and drinking both locally and on the road, cooking in and eating out, the mundane and the unusual. We hope you enjoy.