Street Food

I count nights in Seoul the way some people collect postcards: by markets. Each maze of stalls is a small city of its own—sizzling woks, steam rising from bamboo baskets, neon reflections on wet pavement. If you want to taste Seoul like a local after sunset, join a night-market food circuit. Below I share where I go, how I link stalls into a walkable route, what to order (and what to avoid), and a few photography and etiquette tips so your...

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The first time I chased a morning market in Lima, I woke before dawn and followed the sound of clattering pans and vendors calling out their specialties. Markets here are not just places to buy food — they are living rituals where taste, trade and community converge before the city fully wakes. If you want to find those rituals and, with respect and curiosity, step into a vendor’s prep routine, here’s how I do it: practical steps, small...

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I plan a lot of food days around subway lines. In Seoul, the metro is my quiet trick for stretching a modest budget into a generous culinary day — transfers are fast, stations sit under markets and alleys, and street stalls keep portions honest. Below I share a realistic, wallet-friendly route that threads subway transfers and markets together so you spend more time tasting and less time walking or figuring out directions.Why build a food day...

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I love the way rain changes a city: sidewalks turn reflective, steam rises from manhole grates, and the usual bustle seems to compress into a slower, more tactile rhythm. In Naples a rainy afternoon feels like an invitation to seek shelter not in a museum but in the bright, flour-dusted alcoves of pizza al taglio shops — long counters of square pies, the scent of olive oil and tomato mingling with the wet air. If you find yourself with a few...

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I arrive in a Mexican neighborhood with the same appetite I bring to any city: curious, slightly hungry, and ready to wander until I find something unexpected. In Mexico City, that usually means following smells — smoke from a grill, chile and citrus in the air — but when you’re looking specifically for vegan street food, you need a few more tools than your nose. Here’s how I find real, local, vegan bites across neighborhoods beyond La...

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I learned long ago that the best Mexico City nights end with a stack of tortillas, a squeeze of lime, and the smell of chiles frying in a comal. But after years of roaming alleys and market corners, I’ve also learned how fragile that pleasure can be if you don’t pay attention to the small hygiene and timing details. Below I share my exact approach to a late-night taco crawl in CDMX that maximizes flavor and minimizes the risk of getting sick...

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