Make it Mexican for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
We swap stories, show off travel snaps, trade foodie tips, and hear tales of abandoned islands off the Maine coast. Another glass of wine? Sure, why not.
Gothic buildings. Pork and pierogi lunches. And the world's largest castle. It's good times on the Baltic.
Get the best Snúður in Iceland, order tvær með tómat from the best hot dog stand in town, finish with a dip in a glacier lagoon.
Who's behind your favorite new eatery in New York City? Oh, look, it's your old friends. Come on in.
Swap your plane ticket for a Metrocard and your passport for an empty stomach.
I walk toward the stranger's door alone with no Spanish language skills to speak of. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I threw on my ugliest tracksuit and made my way to the edge of town, Forrest Gump-style, for the perfect sandwich.
The restaurant beckons. And you shy away. We know the plight of the solo diner. We also know someone who can help.
His joy is contagious; it makes us happy and hungry. We decide to do the full tasting menu.