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Garden & Gun's Southern Food Odyssey

The November issue of Garden & Gun, the best-named magazine in the whole world, was just sitting there like an undiscovered treasure on a magazine stand at Dayton International Airport this past Friday, the cover trumpeting 100 must-try Southern foods. I didn't well and truly need to crack the cover before knowing that I'd be buying a copy of the publication. I live for round-ups of excellent regional food items, after all, and this once looked like a doozy.

Penned by John T. Edge, director of the Southern Foodways Alliance at the Center for the Study of Southern Culture at the University of Mississippi at Oxford, the feature is pretty amazing. Edge's list of superlative Southern foods is broad, exciting, and—to me at least—repeatedly exotic.

Among the lip-smacking inclusions: pig's ear sandwiches at Big Apple Inn in Jackson; crawfish fried rice at Hank's Cajun Crawfish in Houston; trout caviar at Sunburst Trout Farm in Canton, North Carolina; Kool-Aid pickles at Eastend Grocery in Cleveland, Mississippi; fried green tomatoes at Arnold's Country Kitchen in Nashville; biscuits at Beacon Light Tea Room in Bon Aqua, Tennessee; and fried peach pie at The Varsity in Atlanta.

If the feature doesn't prompt you to begin to think about a culinary Southern road-trip, you're probably in the low-fat heart-smart camp. Which is fine. I'm not judging. I'm just pointing out the obvious.

Also cool: the online version of the article includes a handy food map.

Five German Discoveries

I really enjoyed the time I had in Germany before and after my Balkans adventure. I haven't spent any time in Germany since 2006, and it was great to immerse myself in German idioms for several days.

Following is a list of five discoveries that delighted and intrigued me.

1. Milka with Daim. The mere sight of Milka's violet wrapping paper makes me hungry. I know that my love of milk chocolate disqualifies me from the good chocolate snob leagues, but I don't really care. Everyone knows that nothing makes milk chocolate better than liberal sprinklings of toffee throughout. This confection does just that, and it's dreamily perfect. Apparently, drfossie agrees.

2. Turkish language signage. This may not be new at all, but my recollection is that most public signage in Germany—regarding, say, which objects should not be thrown into toilets—has historically been restricted to German, English, French, Italian, and occasionally Spanish. The appearance of the Turkish language in such contexts is a no-brainer, considering that Germans of Turkish descent comprise the largest immigrant group in Germany by far. (Incidentally, I was also much more aware of the presence of Deutschtürken/innen in the German media on this visit. One media phenomenon, Gülcan Kamps (née Karahanci) seemed to follow me everywhere I went.)

3. How awesome the Süddeutsche Zeitung is. I think it might just be the best newspaper in the world. I really enjoyed Robert Knight's article in Monday's edition on the Germanization of southern Carinthia. It was fifty years ago this autumn that the southern Austrian state limited bilingual education dramatically. Knight writes about the introduction of bilingual education in the first years after the Second World War. The system was the brainchild of Josef Tischler, an ethnic Slovene who for a time was a member of the state government. Tischler sought to create a "second Switzerland" in Carinthia, within which Slovenian and German would coexist fruitfully. Alas, as we all know, Carinthia chose a more provincial path.

4. Great trashy pop tunes. Every time I turned on VIVA I came across delightful poppy songs, like "Florida Lady" by Frauenarzt & Manny Marc featuring Alexander Marcus, which samples Fancy's drastically underappreciated 1984 disco tune "Slice Me Nice." Also satisfying: sugary "2 Herzen" by Kate & Ben; the moody "So Soll Es Bleiben" by Ich & Ich; and, because shame is unknown to me, "Häschenparty" by Schnuffel.

5. Air Berlin. Free drinks, a sandwich, and newspapers and magazines on my cheap flight? Yes please.

Sugar-Dipped Rose Petals

Last night I had the good fortune to dine at the Chez Panisse Café in Berkeley, for the first time ever. It was lovely, especially the incredible salmon cakes with a delectable mayonnaise. The thrill of novelty of the evening for me, however, was in the half-handful of sugared rose petals tossed over my little scoops of sherbet for dessert.

Gourmet budgeteers should note that the Chez Panisse Café features three-course fixed menu dinners for $31. That's a great deal given the quality of the grub at hand.

London: Cafes and Bakeries

Monday wasn't an incredibly ambitious day. After taking care of some work-related things at home I met Gwyn and we took the bus to Soho. We had lunch and coffee at Milk Bar (3 Bateman Street; no site yet), the newish off-shoot of Flat White (see yesterday's post). He treated me, which was completely unnecessary but nice, and he provided something of a Soho primer. Later we walked to Monmouth Coffee Company on Monmouth Street. It was far too crowded, though, so we went elsewhere for our afternoon coffee.

After saying goodbye to Gwyn, I ventured over to Nordic Bakery, where I bought steaming hot Finnish cinnamon buns (at £2 apiece) and took them to go. They were still hot when I arrived back at our apartment in Clerkenwell a good 45 minutes later. Had I been hungrier, I would have gone for some of the beautiful open-faced sandwiches on offer. Obviously, the space is starkly gorgeous. I'm happy to have found my first Nordic outpost in London.

Dinner was at St. John Restaurant, which was thrilling. I won't write about it now, as it's just down the road and I know I'll return for some deeper impressions.

Friday List: Currencies, Rome Grub, Brussels

Here are a few things that have been driving my attention over the last few days...

1. FXHistory. Curious about the Serbian dinar-Swiss franc exchange rate in August 2005? Check out FXHistory, an historical currency conversion table. It's the perfect tool for travel writers heading to their accountants. And for currency nerds, of which there must be a few. My only caveat: if you are paid for your labors in U.S. dollars, don't research old dollar-euro exchange tables and fantasize about the vacations you can no longer afford to take.

2. Annie Shapiro's tips on finding good, cheap food in Rome in the EuroCheapo Blog. I may be wrong, but I'm fairly sure that Annie took me to one of her favorite listed restaurants (Da Augusto in Trastevere) in 2006. It was scrummy. I'm annoyed at myself for not taking notes.

3. Brussels. I'm getting really excited to visit Brussels by Eurostar this summer. I'm especially looking forward to visiting the 'hood of Les Marolles/De Marollen—despite evidence that gentrification has been underway there for quite some time. Check the neighborhood out here, or get a more cinematic sense of it in this advertisement for Broederlijk Delen, a Flemish NGO. I was last in Brussels in 2002, and look forward to having the opportunity to explore it anew.

Nylon Thoughts: NYC's Rain; London's Cultures

Burgertastrophe! Today's rain has forced a change in dinner plans. Because it's no fun to eat your burger in the rain, Shake Shack is off the table.

Among this past weekend's reading materials, Bob Sherwood's article in the Financial Times on the London mayoral election stood out. It looks at how "London's racial diversity and its attendant tensions" may drive voting patterns on Thursday. Were I closer to the flame—in a few weeks, happily, I will be—I'd be able to submit the article to a finer analysis. As a shameless lover of truly cosmopolitan cities, however, I can say that London's diversity is pretty thrilling to me, and is more or less what's driving my excitement to be spending a few months there. A fascinating note in Sherwood's article: of the possibly 400,000 Poles in London, 65,000 were registered to vote locally by February. How will they vote? Apparently, nobody really knows.

Steamed Pork Belly Bun at Momofuku Ssäm!

I've never written about New York in this here blog because, well, I live in Gotham. Life for me here is more about banal instrumentality than it is about exotic adventures. I recognize that I may be selling New York short by having adopted this mindset. This acknowledged, dinner last night was so insanely satisfying that I can't not write about it.

It was my sister's half-birthday yesterday and she got ten friends together at Momofuku Ssäm bar for dinner. It was whole bucketload of fun, and I discovered a new culinary treasure along the way.

The steamed pork belly bun at Momofuku is elementally thrilling. Pork belly, hoisin, and pickled cucumber: meaty fat, savory sugar, acid ripple. What else will ever be necessary going forward? All the hype is deserved. When this or that friend told me months ago that I needed to get over to Momofuku to nab myself a pork belly bun, they were right.

The Bo Ssäm that followed was delicious and banquet-like and majestic, of course. But that steamed bun is why I'll return.

Nassau Layover Suggestion

The Bahamasair agent was efficient and friendly. After we checked our bags and obtained our fluorescent carry-on tags, we asked her about the airport food options.

"There's the cafeteria over there, and then in the parking lot there's Bahamian food. That's where we eat."

And also, it turns out, where Matt and I eat. On our first layover, I destroyed a massive Styrofoam carry-out container of curried chicken, rice and peas, and sides of spicy potato salad and cole slaw. The (financial) damage: $10. After our Eleuthera sojourn, we had another lengthy layover at the airport. We hit a stand for fish burgers for $5 apiece.  A few minutes later I tore into a curried mutton on a bed of rice and peas, with more spicy potato salad and a dense rectangle of macaroni and cheese. That, plus a jug of local desalinated water, cost $9. Matt's ribs were similarly delicious. With sides and water, his total came to $9 as well.

The real perk of a layover in Nassau is not the worn charms of a slightly dilapidated airport. It is in the vendor stalls in the airport parking lot.