Posts from the ‘where I’ve been’ category

Chicago, Illinois

I spent the weekend in the Windy City to celebrate a good friend’s bachelorette party! It was one of those times where you’re having so much fun, you don’t have time for pictures.

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Tiny Town Tastes: Lula’s Tavern in Moberly

Lula’s Tavern was recommended to me from the very beginning by my friend’s husband who is a Moberly native. Moberly is not a tiny town compared to Missouri standards, population roughly around 13,700, but Lula’s fit the requirement nevertheless. Upon research of this place, the words “warm beer and lousy service” kept appearing in contrast to it’s high ratings and outstanding comments. What was going on?

via Tiny Town Tastes: Lula’s Tavern in Moberly | Food & Drink | Vox Magazine

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Tiny Town Tastes: Iron Horse Hotel & Restaurant in Blackwater

You’re in for a history lesson. My tiny-town travels have taken me to the quaint historic town of Blackwater, which is so small that if you blink, you might miss it. Located 40 minutes west of Columbia, past Boonville and a couple exits, Blackwater was once a refueling station for the Missouri Pacific Railroad between Jefferson City and Kansas City.

via Tiny Town Tastes: Iron Horse Hotel & Restaurant in Blackwater | Restaurants | Vox Magazine

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Tiny Town Tastes: the Claysville Store in Hartsburg

After a slew of suggestions, I had a handful that pointed me in the direction of Claysville Store, 5650 E. Claysville Road in Hartsburg, located north of Jefferson City by the river and Katy Trail. I headed south on U.S. 63 and took a right at Claysville road down yet another winding path to find out what the rave was all about.

via Tiny Town Tastes: the Claysville Store in Hartsburg | Food & Drink | Vox Magazine

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Tiny Town Tastes: Chim’s Thai Kitchen in Cooper’s Landing

Chim’s Thai Kitchen is my go-to place for pad thai in Columbia. Once upon a time, they had three locations — downtown, off Nifong Boulevard and down by the river at Cooper’s Landing. Last fall, I called to to put in my weekly order and the phone rang and rang. No one picked up. I drove to the restaurant, and it was vacant. What was I supposed to do? Where was I supposed to get my pad thai? The other Thai joints had to suffice. I didn’t know where Chim’s went.

via Tiny Town Tastes: Chim’s Thai Kitchen in Cooper’s Landing | Food & Drink | Vox Magazine

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Wanderlust: Remembering Sept. 11

I weave through the streets, turn a corner and there it is: One World Trade Center, the tallest building in this hemisphere.

At first, it takes me a moment to realize what I am looking at. The sun gleams off the glass tower and blinds all who look upon it. Below, a vast black memorial fountain embeds the ground, each spurt of water reminding us of each life lost.

Do you remember Sept. 11?

I was 8 years old. My teacher lined the class against the white wall outside the library. We had just finished our computer science class; I learned about Google. Something terrible had happened, she said.

I saw a TV screen in the corner of my living room as I curled up on a green leather couch. Planes crashed into two towers, again and again. Wafts of smoke filled every channel. I was torn between shock, sadness and disbelief.

I step off the street corner and out of my reverie. It might have been 15 years ago, but it’s all still real to me.

Source: Wanderlust: Remembering Sept. 11

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From garden to table

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By Claire Lardizabal
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CHIUSDINO, Italy – Mint perfumes the air as you walk through one of Tenuta di Spannocchia’s three gardens. The hard-boiled eggs at breakfast came from the hens, the salad lettuce for lunch was just picked this morning and the rosé wine served at dinner was vinted and bottled here just last year.

As you pass the four lemon trees and step into the garden below, the endless slope of vegetables and herbs can become overwhelming. What don’t they have? I thought to myself as we gingerly tried not to crush rows of potatoes, carrots and basil.

Carmen Zandarin is the mastermind behind all this and has been for the past 12 years. She runs and maintains the gardens with the help of eight farm interns a year. On Mondays, she walks through the gardens then discusses the following week’s meals with the kitchen staff, depending on what’s…

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Capri, Italy

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After a nauseating ferry ride from Naples to Capri (what a way to learn that you’re prone to sea sickness), we finally arrived at the base of the famed Mediterranean island. We noticed that everyone was jumping into white vans that shuttled them off, but we opted to walk instead.

Four flights of stairs in, the city was still nowhere in sight. We trampled through makeshift rock steps that trailed up Capri, surrounded by white artsy beach houses (owned by the rich and famous, no doubt) with views of baby blue skies and cerulean waters. We emerged from another flight of stairs and came out into a road, where I spotted a local man. Centro? I asked, out of breath. He pointed up.

Hundreds of steps later, hungry and ready to give up, we were almost to the top when we smelled it. Warm sugary scents wafted down the stairs toward us and instantly, we picked up the pace. What was that smell? we wondered. Was it fresh baked chocolate croissants? Was there some new Italian delicacy waiting for us at the top of the stairs? We finally broke out into the centro of Capri and sped walked past the high-end boutique shops and restaurants when we saw it.

The source of those delicious aromas came from piping hot waffle irons, conveniently placed by an open window, churning out just-baked waffle cones for Buonocore Gelateria. In awe, I watched as they took those thin crepe-like waffles and rolled them into a perfect shape of an ice cream cone. It was the most memorable welcome to Capri.

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