Though pretty much everything I’ve been eating in Budapest has been great, Mangalica Mennyország was a bit of a mixed bag.
There’s no English menu at Norbi Étkezde, only a chalkboard with the day’s offerings written in Hungarian (the restaurant is a tiny little place, with no tables and two small counters on either side to sit); it’s not particularly easy to order here.
I wasn’t planning on eating a trdelník — also known an a chimney cake, or a chimney cone — here in Prague. They’re available back home, plus it’s pretty clear that they’re more of a tourist thing than anything else. You’ll have a hard time finding them outside of tourist hotspots.
After my disappointing experience with the lauded (but sadly mediocre) waffles at Maison Dandoy, it felt like I had unfinished business. How could I leave Belgium without having delicious waffles?
Obviously you can’t go to Belgium without getting waffles.
I mean, I guess technically you could. If you’re an idiot.
Thessaloniki turned out to be a way better food city than I had imagined. I’ve always liked Greek food, but the sheer amount of amazing dishes that I’ve had here puts Thessaloniki on a shortlist of my favourite food cities.
Trigona Elenidi has been serving up trigona — a triangular Greek pastry filled with a custardy cream — since 1960. And while they also serve a handful of other desserts, trigona is clearly the main attraction. It’s right there in the name.
There’s a Greek dessert called tsoureki — a sweet, bready pastry that’s typically served for Easter, though some places serve it year round. One of those places: Terkenlis, a Thessaloniki bakery that serves a beloved take on the dessert.
Lebanese Um Khalil is pretty much the perfect spot to hit after working up an appetite by walking around Jerash.
I had kanafe on a trip to Jordan several years ago and very thoroughly fell in love. But one mediocre version after another back in Toronto had me questioning myself: is kanafe really as good as I remember?