The Water Rabbit has left the building.
We hope it was good to you in every which way, but there’s no time to live in the past, people – a new boss is in the office. In the name of celestial succession, The Hungry Herald would now like to bid
So there we were, standing in the very eye of Hurricane Sergio, knee-deep in new knowledge while the grandmaster of Gratitude rained fresh bolts of caffeinated facts onto our heads from his cosmic bag of roasted thunderbeans. It was an epic afternoon.
(If you have no idea what the macchiato-hell
Sergio and Gloria had quite literally run away with the circus. Leaving their home in Mexico, they worked as trapeze artists in Oakland, California, for a spell, eventually moving on to Buenos Aires, Argentina, with the intention of opening up a circus school. Plans changed, and somewhere along the way,
Hi, my name is Michael, and I’m a fish soup fiend.
More broadly, if it comes from river, lake, ocean or sea, and it bathes in bouillon, I’m all over it like slime on a trout. To wit, I once went on a road trip to Boston with my great
Some dishes in life are more like good friends than food. They’re honest, dependable, supportive, encouraging, and when you see them, you light up, knowing full well that you’re in for a good ol’ time. They’re there for you when you’re up, there for you when you’re down, and whenever
There once was a man and his fridge.
More to the point, there once was a man sitting on a kitchen chair in front of his open fridge and staring into it for hours on end.
I never knew exactly what the hell my father was doing when I would
The taco is a magical little thing that we at The Hungry Herald apparently hardly ever knew, and a few months in Mexico have let us know just how unacquainted we were. From bone marrow to manta ray, the things we’ve found tucked into tortillas so far have had us
Remember Chi-Chi’s? I don’t.
Although the Tex-Mex restaurant chain with the eyebrow-raising name (go ahead, Google its meaning in Spanish) was big when I was a kid, I don’t quite recall ever making it out to one of their locations, despite my fascination with reports that they were somehow deep-frying ice
Welcome to our very first instalment of The Hungry Hungry Glossary, an ever-growing lexicon of intriguing culinarily relevant terms that we hope will add a little flavour to your day. Let’s take a tiny tortilla of a time out now and talk about a word we’d like you to stick
Just wow. In Cabo San Lucas, at Land’s End, lies a pair of beaches that together and separately are simply in a league of their own. Playa de Los Amantes (or Playa del Amor) and Playa del Divorcio share the very tip of the Baja peninsula, just shy of the
Dried bull penis and rabbit poop tea.
Ok, now that we have your attention. It was September 2022, Cabo San Lucas, and someone had a hangover. Nothing apocalyptic, I could still operate an iPhone and displace myself from point A to point B, but I needed treatment for my crapulence. Preferably
“There’s a sleepy town, south of the border, If you go there once, you’ll be there twice.”
– Cabo Wabo by Van Halen.
Not so sleepy anymore, that’s for damn sure. Back when Van Halen frontman Sammy “Right Now” Hagar penned these words sometime deep in the ’80s, Cabo San
