Notes from Madrid

One of the first things I ate in Madrid were the albondigas from a little tapas bar down the street from our hostel.  At first I thought it may have been some sort chicken mixed with pork. It tasted a bit like chicken parts too, hearts or liver, a distinct iron organ flavor. The sauce …

Papaya Thief Hops Across the Pond

I'll be traveling for the next four weeks through Spain, Portugal, and a slice of France, devouring as much delicious food, history, and wine as I can. From some old lady's cottage in Setúbal, to a Michelin-starred restaurant in San Sebastían, or La Boqueria in Barcelona, I will be writing, photographing, and posting about my …