I still find it odd that so many NYC restaurateurs “hide” their nationality. A decent number of Jordanians and Algerians and Moroccans refer to their cuisine as simply “Middle Eastern,” many Bangladeshi restaurants seem content to pretend that their food is “Indian,” and plenty of Puerto Rican- and Dominican-owned places call their food “Spanish.” New […]

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One of the very first fans of this blog was a gentleman named Brandt Maxwell, who is a master of quirky geography lists.  One of his finest lists (in my food-obsessed opinion, anyway) includes the names of the 10 largest countries in the world that do not have a U.S. restaurant devoted solely to their […]

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It’s World Cup time, which means that pretty much everybody on this little planet of ours has developed a sudden obsession with South Africa.  Madiba, Brooklyn’s flagship South African restaurant, has unsurprisingly become the center of much of NYC’s soccer-related hoopla. Of course, we were dumb enough to try to eat there on the first […]

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After eating about 2500 calories of West African food on a Friday afternoon, I decided that it would be a really good idea to eat more West African food the very next night.  I managed to drag a pair of friends out to Fatima, a Guinean restaurant in Prospect Heights. Before I continue, I have […]

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Thus far, I’ve made some effort to maintain balance in the United Nations of Food quest.  Over the past month or two, I’ve had meals from Oceania, North America, South America, the Caribbean, Asia, and a decent cross-section of Western and Eastern Europe. But I’ve pretty much ignored Africa.  My last African food experience was […]

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