Adventures in travelling to eat, with a dash of culinary history.
For the past two years I’ve travelled carry-on exclusively. I used to agonize over the weight of my bag, never thinking about the souvenirs I would buy travelling, proceeding to sweat buckets at airport check-in. Enough was enough! I researched my buns off to learn the …
I arrived in Ottawa on a Saturday and it was -20C with the windchill. When I left on Tuesday it was 7C and raining. No, this wasn’t atypical for Canadian travel. It was March. During those shoulder season months (travel-industry jargon for March-June and September-November) it’s …