Street Food

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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