I have been curious with Mexico City’s fine dining restaurants for a few years. Last year, as I started to learn more about the amazing chefs in Oaxaca, I also started learning more about chefs in other areas of Mexico who are supremely talented and respected on the world scene. Of course, the majority of … Continue reading
When I made my food itinerary for Japan, it wasn’t with Michelin stars in mind. I’ve eaten a lot of great food in Japan, but on this trip, I wanted to experience the “best” sushi, tempura, yakitori and kaiseki to see if what people considered the best, tasted that much better than very good or … Continue reading
When I booked my trip to Oaxaca a few months ago, I started doing research to find out what new, exciting or undiscovered may have crept into the scene since I’d been there 2 years ago. Much to my chagrin, I found that it was just as difficult to source out new information on the … Continue reading
Another year is done and it seems that with each passing year, it feels like that one went by faster than the last. It was a year where I started to feel comfortable and happy about my hobby blog, Call Me a Food Lover, and a year where I felt especially lucky that my love … Continue reading
SLS. Spoiled Life of Susy? Maybe. The first conversation my parents ever had with Ben’s parents was over the phone. It was close to the time we had gotten engaged, and my parents were probably inviting Jo and Henry over for dinner. I really don’t know how they got on the topic, but somewhere along … Continue reading
41° or 41 Degrees, or 41 Grados as it’s known was the hardest reservation I’ve ever secured. People talk about the French Laundry being hard to get in to. People complain about how confusing it is to snag a reservation to the Momofuku fried chicken lunch. Even Tickets is now listed as one of the … Continue reading
When I booked Barcelona, I already had a reservation to Tickets. And with confirmation in hand, I started immersing myself in Ferran Adria once again. Never did I allow myself to think that Ferran, or even his brother Albert for that matter would be in the building for my meal. We had the 7pm seating, … Continue reading
