Parla Food

A travel writer chases down the best food in Italy and elsewhere.

Fish Archive

I had these razor clams a few months back at Recette in the West Village (the old Jarnac spot). They were deep fried and served with a sweet and sour dipping sauce. Like really fancy clam strips.

Who would have thought that octopus, beans, and ricotta cheese could harmonize so perfectly. Throwing out the old Italian rule never to mix seafood and cheese, Chef Francesco Mazzei of L’Anima in London combines these three (more…)

Yesterday I indulged in another stellar fish and chips plate at the Greenwich Union. It was so crispy, meaty and juicy. I’m pretty sure this is what the Food Standards Agency had in mind when they decided to crackdownon the UK’s most famous dish.

Yesterday I had one of the best lunches maybe in the history of mankind at Galvin La Chapelle. This converted Victorian school chapel next to Spitalfields Market in London serves impeccable French dishes like lasagne of Dorset crab in a velouté of (more…)

This weekend I finally made it The Greenwich Union, a pub that had been on my ever growing list of places to drink beer in London. I knew The Union was the brewery tap for the Meantime Brewing Company, so I expected good beer. What I (more…)

Last week I had lunch at Tapas Brindisia in London’s Borough Market. I had high hopes for this place but the food was just average, except for the salted anchovies with fresh Tietar goat cheese and piquillo pepper sauce. Both the (more…)

In the past few months I’ve spent in London, I’ve eaten an insane amount of great food, some British, some Italian, and at Barrafina in Soho, quite a bit of Spanish. This 23-seat restaurant on Frith Street is a culinary landmark where (more…)

I might be really dense but I only realized a week ago that some people dip their squid rings in milk (sometimes egg and milk) before rolling them in flour and frying them. All these years of eating calamari fritti and I just figured everyone did it (more…)

On Friday I wrote about the disappointing salad I ate at Hearth in NYC. That post focused on what was bad about my meal, overlooking what was great about it (sometimes it takes the words of a childhood friend and an emoticon (more…)

After six days, around twenty meals, and an obscene amount of fried food in Puerto Rico, I am ready to name the best thing I ate this week: deep fried red snapper. We found it at the Ceviche Hut in Luquillo, one of the sixty kiosks (more…)

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