D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Remember obelisks? Those weird all-condiment street snacks featuring cheese, caramel and jam?
Welllll.
They actually stem from a sit-down dessert called Divorce, which is a chunk of cheese, mixed with a pile of caramel, topped with some raspberry sauce. It sounds odd, but it was pretty damn amazing. You’d think you’d want to throw a neutral element in there, like bread or a cracker, but really you don’t. The saltiness from the cheese, sourness of the jam, and sweetness of the caramel (aka arequipa/dulce de leche) is perfecto.
I kinda wonder why it isn’t called Triple Marriage.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Remember obelisks? Those weird all-condiment street snacks featuring cheese, caramel and jam?

Welllll.

They actually stem from a sit-down dessert called Divorce, which is a chunk of cheese, mixed with a pile of caramel, topped with some raspberry sauce. It sounds odd, but it was pretty damn amazing. You’d think you’d want to throw a neutral element in there, like bread or a cracker, but really you don’t. The saltiness from the cheese, sourness of the jam, and sweetness of the caramel (aka arequipa/dulce de leche) is perfecto.

I kinda wonder why it isn’t called Triple Marriage.

Colombian BBQ.
Pictured here we have a steak that was very tasty but a little tough in texture, a sausage that was like heaven in an intenstine, some potatoes covered in a sour sauce, the best arepas I have ever, ever tasted (they weren’t too sweet, they were a bit crispy on the outside, and they were slathered in salted butter, UGH SO GOOD), some guacamole, and I forget what was in that little sauce container. Mmmm.
For the record, as far as BBQs go, here is my official country-by-country ranking:
1. Argentina. Obviously.
2. Colombia. Yep, I said it.
3. Brazil. Delicious but also loaded with landmines, like questionable cuts of meat including tongues and random undesirable intenstines.
4. Ecuador (Because they used seafood)
5. Peru. Mas o menos. Tasty grilled chicken.
6. Bolivia. Stick to saltenas and freshwater fish, B.

Colombian BBQ.

Pictured here we have a steak that was very tasty but a little tough in texture, a sausage that was like heaven in an intenstine, some potatoes covered in a sour sauce, the best arepas I have ever, ever tasted (they weren’t too sweet, they were a bit crispy on the outside, and they were slathered in salted butter, UGH SO GOOD), some guacamole, and I forget what was in that little sauce container. Mmmm.

For the record, as far as BBQs go, here is my official country-by-country ranking:

1. Argentina. Obviously.

2. Colombia. Yep, I said it.

3. Brazil. Delicious but also loaded with landmines, like questionable cuts of meat including tongues and random undesirable intenstines.

4. Ecuador (Because they used seafood)

5. Peru. Mas o menos. Tasty grilled chicken.

6. Bolivia. Stick to saltenas and freshwater fish, B.

Dona Cessi’s

One thing I loved most in Bogota was an absolute hole-in-the-wall tienda bar owned by a mean old lady. We called it Dona Cessi’s, because Lady Cessi is a Dona (old lady business owner). 

Anyhow, it’s loud as hell and painted this horrendous color of orange. The crowd is a strange mix of local college hipsters, groups of drunk old men, a handful of gringos, and couples making out like there’s no tomorrow in the florescent lighting. It’s surely not romantic, so, whatever. All the Dona sells is  big bottles of cheap beer. 

One Sunday night I was there with a group of guys who were all checking out one girl. As we discussed her varying qualities of hotness, a server (toting a taser fyi) walked over to her table and delivered a hard boiled egg on a styrofoam platter. 

Needless to say, as the girl cracked into that slippery, sulfur-y piece of protein, everyone was a little turned off. Who eats hard boiled eggs at midnight on a Sunday? At a bar? What kind of bar serves *only* beer and hard boiled eggs? 

And thus, Campaign GO HARD BOILED OR GO HOME was born. I’ve now drunkenly ordered and eaten hard boiled eggs at this bar more times than I care to admit. Every time they are disgusting. Every time I don’t want them. Every time I order a round for the table. I love this bar. 




Introducing obelisks, a really strange street snack in Bogota. It’s basically two round pieces of waffle cone, and inside is an Alice in Wonderland style PB&J. Raspberry sauce, thick caramel (dulce de leche aka arequipe in Colombia), some sweet white sauce, and then shredded queso blanco. That’s right they put cheese in that shit.

It’s so odd, and since its basically all condiment, it is IMPOSSIBLE to eat without making a giant mess.

Food I Miss

Today was one of those amazing “I-love-traveling-remember-everything-you’re-doing-right-now” days. They aren’t all like this, but today was nice.

I love the rugged hills surrounding Taganga’s disgusting beaches and the way everyone in Taganga just quietly, lazily chills, all, freaking, day. 

But there is one nagging thing that, as I ate my 50th watery papaya of the week, I couldn’t ignore. I miss my favorite foods from New York. I miss them baaaaaaad. 

So when I get back, I’m going to work my way, gluttonously, through this food lust list:

Iced coffee
Everything bagels with cream cheese and lox
Long Tan green seafood curry
Sushi feast including spicy salmon with extra spicy mayo and fried tofu
Mac and cheese from the box (whatever)
Pizza from Artichoke
Drunk pizza from Joe’s or Pizzatown
ROAST BEEF SANDWICHES from the deli downstairs
Chicken Tikka Masala and samosas from Kinara
Five for a dollar dumplings from Chinatown
Soup dumplings
Cheetos that don’t taste like B.O.
Papa Johns garlic butter (don’t judge)
Vegan Philly cheese steak from V-Spot
Burritos from Clemen’s
BARK DOGS BACON EGG & CHEESE SANDY
Smoke Joint and Char No. 4
All other BBQ
Chicken and waffles from Buttermilk Channel
Cafe Steinhof mussels + weinstefaner + charcuterie plate
Brunch from Bellville
Brunch from, fuck it, ANYWHERE
Six Point in a big awesome pint glass
Dogfish head 90 minute IPA in a small awesome glass
Brooklyn Lager
Bloody Marys
DELI PICKLES

Corned beef from Katz’s

Skim Lattes from somewhere other than Gorilla (are we still not going there?)

Burgers from Alchemy

Midtown lunch salads

Cocktails (any) from Quarter

and Fried Chicken from Sidecar. 

WHO’S WITH ME!?!?