Whatever you love, you are

1. Portobello Market (near Notting Hill): food, outdoor cafes, antiques, handcrafts, etc.

2. Borough Market: food, drinks, handmade and organic products, etc. (near Tate Modern)

3. Spitalfields Market, Sunday Up Market, Backyard Market (Brick Land and Columbia Road Area): on Sundays, vintage, handmade, food, etc. (Look up Kooky Bake, Cake Hole and Ryantown shops)

(Source: poppytalk)

Los Angeles: Authentic roots

Souvenir stands give it a strictly-for-tourists rep, but Olvera Street anchors El Pueblo de Los Angeles Historical Monument, where L.A. truly started. There’s good Angeleno history at Avila Adobe; even better margaritas and Mexican food at La Golondrina ($$; 213/628-4349). elpueblo.lacity.org

Los Angeles: Art stop

Miracle Mile’s the classic nickname for the mid-Wilshire stretch of Wilshire Boulevard. These days it should be called Masterpiece Way—two major expansions in three years have pushed the L.A. County Museum of Art (pictured) to the top of culture lovers’ must-see lists. $15; lacma.org

Carpinteria: Call it Carp

That’s the locals’ moniker for one of California’s prettiest little beach towns. Stroll down Linden Avenue for surf shops and a great steak joint (the Palms, $$; 805/684-3811), then wade at Carpinteria State Beach. carpinteriachamber.org

Avila Beach: Coast newbie

Meet the beach town you haven’t heard of—Avila Beach, tucked along San Luis Obispo Bay. What’s here? A cool old pier (avilabeachpier.com) with two good restaurants: Pete’s Pierside Cafe ($) and Olde Port Inn ($$$). And hot tubs at nearby Sycamore Mineral Springs Resort (from $13/hour; sycamoresprings.com)

San Luis Obispo: Smile

A recent book named this university town one of the happiest places on Earth. One source of local joy is SLO’s Thursday Night Downtown Farmers’ Market, maybe the best in the nation. downtownslo.com

Soledad: Hidden gem

Just off 101, Mission Nuestra Señora de la Soledad (831/678-2586) is simple and sweet, with a pretty grove of Mission olives. 

연말까지 돈을 모아 마음에 드는 (작동하기 쉬운) DSLR 카메라를 구입하려고 한다. 그동안 작동법부터 익히려면 이 웹사이트 부터 공부.


(Photo: lonelyplanet)

1. Island hopping, New England style

Boston Harbour now provides a spectacular scenic backdrop to the city, and its 34 islands provide an exciting urban-adventure destination for day-trippers and city-scapers. If you are sailing your own boat, your options are unlimited. The islands are your oyster. Otherwise, it’s easy to get out to Georges Island or Spectacle Island by taking the Harbor Express ferry from Long Wharf. Either of these can serve as a launching pad to visiting the other islands – and they are also destinations in their own right.

2. Tossing a disc, riding a bike or catching some rays

We can thank Frederick Law Olmsted for transforming the marshy, mucky Charles River Basin into Boston’s favourite urban greenscape. It is an enticing and easy escape from the city, a delightful oasis that is always abuzz with hikers and bikers, runners and sunners, picnickers and play-scapers. Free concerts and movies at the Hatch Memorial Shell are highlights of summer in the city. This is where Boston’s Independence Day celebration goes down.

3. Being awestruck by an amazing array of architecture

Step onto Copley Square and into the ‘Athens of America’. Boston’s most magnificent architecture is clustered around this Back Bay plaza, symbolic of the culture and learning that gave Boston its nickname in the 19th century.

4. Following in the footsteps of revolutionary heroes

Summon your inner Paul Revere and follow the red-brick road, from the Boston Common to the Bunker Hill Monument, past 16 sites where the most dramatic scenes from history played out. This walking trail is the best introduction to revolutionary Boston, tracing the locations of the events that earned this town its status as the cradle of liberty.

5. Browsing the bookstores and sampling the sidewalk scene

Harvard Square is a vibrant, exciting place to hang out: it’s a hotbed of colonial and revolutionary history. Lined with mansions that were once home to royal sympathizers, it earned the nickname Tory Row. But its proximity to the university also means that it is a well-known address for the country’s intellectual elite. There are no official stats, but Harvard Square must have one of the country’s richest selections of bookstores. Once you have your reading material, take a seat at one of Harvard Square’s many sidewalk cafés. From here you have a front-row view of the congregations of students, the performances of buskers, the bustle of the shoppers, the pleas of the homeless and the challenges between chess players.

6. Contemplating the contemporary, the controversial and the downright confusing

Boston may appear radical in its politics, but in affairs of the art, the city has long shown more conservative tastes. The 2006 unveiling of a gleaming new Institute of Contemporary Art (ICA) on the waterfront shattered this trend, establishing the city as a hub for the art of the present and the future. Contemporary art attempts to be about real social issues and uses real materials from everyday life as a means of expression; in this way, the design of the building already fulfills the mission of the ICA, ‘to become both a dynamic space for public activity and a contemplative space for experiencing the art of our time’.

7. Cheering for the olde towne team at MLB’S oldest ballpark

The oldest of the old-style baseball parks has been home to the Boston Red Sox since 1912 – that’s almost a century of baseball. Only at Fenway do long fly balls get lost in the Triangle, the furthest corner of centre field. Only Fenway has the Green Monster, the towering left-field wall that constantly alters the play of the game. And only at Fenway do fans sing along with Neil Diamond as he croons ‘Sweet Caroline’ at the bottom of the eighth inning.

8. Feasting on creatures of the sea and cuisines of the world

Boston is the home of the first Thanksgiving and of bountiful autumnal harvests. It is America’s seafood capital, famed for clam chowder and boiled lobster. And it is a rich mix of ethnic flavors from all corners of the world. Is your mouth watering yet.

9. Cheering on the runners as they cross the finish line

Patriots’ Day – officially celebrated on the third Monday in April – means more than Paul Revere’s ride and ‘the shot heard around the world’. Since 1897, Patriots’ Day has also meant the Boston Marathon. Fifteen people ran that first race (only 10 finished); these days, the Boston Marathon attracts over 20,000 participants annually.

10. Reflecting or recreating at Thoreau’s sanctuary

Thoreau took the naturalist beliefs of transcendentalism out of the realm of theory and into practice when he left the comforts of Concord and built himself a rustic cabin on the shores of the pond. His famous memoir of his time spent there, Walden, or Life in the Woods (1854), was full of praise for nature and disapproval of the stresses of civilized life – sentiments that have found an eager audience ever since. The glacial pond is now a state park, surrounded by acres of forest.

Why go in fall: It's peak season for Dungeness crab, and a great time to try razor-clamming.
Population: 2,355
Pounds of seafood harvested here yearly: More than 150 million
Main drag: Westhaven Drive, which overlooks Grays Harbor, Washington’s largest fishing port.
Dress code: Skip the clamdiggers (brrr!); instead, pack your hat, gloves, and parka. Waders for clamming are a must.
Best way to get your heart rate up: Scale the Westport Viewing Tower for a crow’s-nest perspective of the harbor.
Where to hang 10: Rent a board (and wetsuit―you’ll need it) for cold-weather surfing at Steepwater Surf Shop (rental gear $39; 360/268-5527), then hit the jetty at Half Moon Bay (at Westhaven State Park; 800/345-6223).
For home cooks: Buy fresh crab right off the piers for tonight’s dinner.
Cozy overnight option: The remodeled Glenacres Inn (from $50; glenacresinn.com) has eight B&B-style rooms



2. Spokane, WA (Daven Port District)

Why go: The Davenport District's galleries and restored art deco gems have made it a wonderful indoor town.
Sculpture that says Spokane: Bronze-cast runners whip around the corner of Post Street and Spokane Falls Boulevard in The Joy of Running Together, a tribute to the Lilac Bloomsday Run, one of the country's largest footraces.
Functional art: Benches made from scrap metal and recycled steam-plant hardware work well as resting spots or conversation starters.
Dress code: Little black dress for the symphony; fleece and boots everywhere else.
Winter ways: Snow is common in February, so duck into the covered walkways that link downtown buildings.
Join the locals: First Fridays means an after-hours party and selfguided tour of galleries and boutiques (next dates Feb 6 and Mar 6; downtownspokane.net or 509/456-0580).
First Fridays' best stop: Barrister Winery (free tastings Fri, Sat, or by appointment; 1213 W. Railroad Ave.; 509/465-3591), where you can sip wine crafted by two Spokane attorneys.
Our favorite detail: The peacock stained glass on the cocktaillounge ceiling. From $169; 10 S. Post St.; thedavenporthotel. com or 800/899-1482.
Take it home: At Finders Keepers, you'll stumble across beautifully preserved vintage clothing (like a '40s-style slinky white gown worthy of Rita Hayworth) and art deco and Victorian jewelry. 112 S. Cedar St.; 509/838-4590.


3. Coeur d'Alene, ID
(사실 며칠 전까진 아이다호 주가 워싱턴 바로 옆에 있는 줄도 몰랐음.. -_-;;)

At the Leather Works (31 miles from Spokane, and no, it's not that kind of store), a husbandand- wife team stitches buttery soft leather wallets, bags, and jackets on-site. The smell will make you want to stay forever. Closed Sun; 215 E. Sherman Ave.; 208/676-0818.

(Sources: sunset, sunset)

You could call mezcal the new tequila, except it's not tequila, and it's not new (not to mention that if you did, you'd be one of those people who calls this the new that). While tequila is a kind of mezcal, the opposite is not true, and people in Oaxaca have been making it approximately forever. The bar at Queen Anne's Mezcaleria Oaxaca—the new sibling to Ballard's very-much-loved La Carta de Oaxaca—has every mezcal available in Washington State. Mezcal is probably a bit of an acquired taste, though if you always wanted your tequila to have both its own head-rush high note of alcoholic strength and a woody, smoky element like certain Scotch, you're going to love it. Good mezcal, like good Scotch, is eminently sippable; if you want to do shots of either, well, it's your life.

The bartender at Mezcaleria Oaxaca will also make you a mezcalerita ($9), a margarita made with mezcal (which is really best alone; this tastes like a margarita with a dash of Liquid Smoke). He is very busy shaking these and the house margaritas (a pint glass of Sauza Silver, lots of lime, not too much triple sec, $8) in the glow of the bar, which is right where you walk in, all warm and welcoming. (He will not make you anything blended. They do not have a blender.) There is so much stuff on the walls—millions of gorgeous photos of Oaxaca by local photographer Spike Mafford (the cowboy is exceptionally wonderful), mirrors, machetes, glass-front cabinets, metal funnels, an ex-voto painting (sadly, too high to read). Up above, there's an intimidatingly large taxidermied turkey. It's busy and bright, and music with lots of horns plays; the second you step inside, you're automatically having a good night.

If you've been to La Carta, you're not going to be surprised by how good the food is here, except maybe the goat. The barbacoa de cabrito ($13) is marinated in chili-magic, then roasted slowly in a shiny metal roaster in the corner of the back room. (You'll find the pico de gallo and two more salsas in the opposite corner; it's festive to sit back there, though it's lit more like you're operating on your food than eating it.) Over two dinners at Mezcaleria Oaxaca, the goat was the only thing I wished was bigger in portion—not that it's small, but you just want the entire goat. It's smoky but not too smoky, spicy but not too hot, with the right amount of orange grease; it pulls apart in tender, salty strands, with gold mines of melty fat here and there. Put some in a fresh tortilla (you can see the lady making them at the end of the open-kitchen counter, just beyond the bar) with a little onion and a squeeze of lime, and you have one of the world's best tacos in your hand.

The goat also comes with buttery crumbles of corn masa instead of rice, topped with a very hot sauce—for this excellent substitution, you may thank Gloria Perez, the head chef of both Mezcaleria Oaxaca and La Carta de Oaxaca. You might see her in the kitchen, slowly filling tortillas with ground pork with raisins, rolling them up to be fried and become dorados—her gravity is as reassuring as anything has ever been. Her son Roberto Dominguez runs both restaurants; his brother Jesus works at them, too.

But let's back up to when you are first seated. Your server (brusque but kind, possibly wearing a T-shirt that says "Casually moral" in cursive) will say "Chips and guacamole" ($5) in a way that's not really a question, because there is only one answer. The chips are of the shattering-thin, warm-and-salted variety; the guacamole is not too limey, not too chunky, nothing fancy, just right. Everybody ignores the option of refried beans as dip, but get those, too—it's worth the three bucks, for they are perfect.

Sometimes drinks take a little while, but meanwhile, it's bustlingly clear that things are happening. Mezcaleria Oaxaca is, in essence, an especially lovely, especially delicious Mexican diner. The best seats are (1) the ones along the kitchen counter, where you can watch flames bursting out of pans and pineapple dripping down onto a spit of meat (why didn't you order that?!), or (2) the tiny two-tops across the aisle, romantic in the way your own little island in a storm of busyness can be. (One of these has a lit-up curio cabinet with silver charms and crucifixes and a spoon that says "MEXICAN BORDER 1916," with stars and a sentry; this was right around when US tourism started, as American drug prohibition sent people across the border in search of their fancy. Nearby, there's the world's loneliest backlit photo of an abandoned airplane.)

If you've been to La Carta, you know that the food is much, much fresher and subtler than your average family Mexican spot. Instead of a congealing lake of goo, there's a sprinkling of crumbly Oaxaqueño cheese; instead of a blob of sour cream, there's a touch of crema Mexicana. The usually inundated, pedestrian dishes, like enchiladas, are different creatures under Perez's care. The waiter says the enchiladas verdes con pollo ($10) are his favorite menu item, and the green tomatillo sauce is bright and sparing and tart and hot, while the chicken inside is identifiably, flavorfully chicken, not just shreds of protein. Moreover, the corn tortillas taste like corn, which, in context, is kind of amazing. The sides are not afterthoughts. The rice is pale yellow and chickeny-savory; the pinto beans are quietly spiced and probably full of lard, plain and great.

Even the gigantic bowl of spicy-hot seafood soup ($13) isn't heavy, though if you eat the whole thing, you'll be sloshing home. It's a rich orange-red, and it tastes pristine instead of fishy; the broth is rife with specks of red chili, and very tiny mirrors of grease are scattered across the surface. It comes with a crab cracker for the leg of crab you'll find submerged in there along with un-overcooked shrimp and skin-on, spinal cross-sections of an unspecified white fish that falls off its bone like softened butter. The spice level is at the upper edge of what a normal person can enjoy—it wakes you up without making you cry.

In less spectacular but still very good eating, a bistec en salsa de tomate($11) is a much-improved version of the thin-sliced beefsteak you've probably ordered elsewhere, notably not tough. And a tamale with Oaxaqueño mole ($8) is made with soft and fresh masa, with the mole on the sweeter/less nutty side, and it is enormous—too much for one person, unless you really, really love a mole enchilada, but nice to share.

Look up when you're walking around inside Mezcaleria Oaxaca—if you don't, you might miss a hidden shrine or, where you're expecting a skylight, a secret golden photograph. And at the bar, don't overlook the sotol—"a pleasant, earthy cousin of tequila and mezcal," the menu says. It comes in a little footed goblet with a chili-dipped lime; the añejo ($8) is smooth and vegetal. If mezcal's not your thing, this may be more like it.


(Sources: facebook, thestranger)

오는 한해에 좋은 가이드로 이용할 수 있을만한 시애틀 안내 기사:



In June 2010, food, travel, and lifestyle journalist Charyn Pfeuffer swapped her BlackBerry for a backpack to volunteer with 12 community projects in 12 countries over 12 months. After volunteering more than 900 hours for her Global Citizen Project, she’s back home in Seattle, Washington, to share all things food, travel, and volunteering. In another Wednesday edition of I Heart My City, read Charyn’s insider tips to Seattle, then tell us what you love about the Emerald City in the comments section below.

Seattle Is My City

The first place I take a visitor from out of town is Ray’s Boathouse, a restaurant in Ballard. The views of seals playing, Puget Sound, and snow-capped Olympic Mountains from the upstairs deck are pretty spectacular. Plus, you see working fishing boats returning to Salmon Bay with their catch, so the seafood is about as fresh as it gets.

When I crave a Bloody Mary I always go to Matt’s In the Market. This second-story restaurant and bar right across from the throngs of tourists at Pike Place Market epitomizes Pacific Northwest cuisine and sensibilities. Its Bloody Mary pays homage to the region’s Scandinavian heritage by subbing Aquavit for vodka. I love that it comes with a snit of Miller High Life.

If I want a nature fix, I go to the Cascade Mountains. Mount Si is a decent six-mile hike, which takes folks through multiple ecosystems to its 4,167-foot peak. It scores extra points for being dog-friendly.

For complete quiet, I can hide away at Fremont Peak Park. This postage-stamp-size community park on a residential stretch is a quick dog walk from my house and offers panoramic views of Ballard, the bridge, and Salmon Bay. It’s one of my favorite places to watch the sun set.

Pike Place Market (Photo: John Drew/My Shot)

If you come to my city, get your picture taken with Rachel, the bronze piggy bank at Pike Place Market. The word on the street is that since 1986, she’s collected roughly $7,000 in currency from around the world.

If you have to order one thing off the menu from Marination Mobile (voted America’s Best Food Truck by Good Morning America), it has to be the kalbi beef tacos. The nunya sauce really makes these three-bite delights, and I’m grateful that my go-to Wednesday food truck has finally bottled the stuff for sale. (The truck moves from neighborhood to neighborhood throughout the week.)

Ballard Farmers Market is my one-stop shop for great produce, fish, meat, eggs, bread – you name it. If it’s local/in season, this well-attended market will have it. It’s held every Sunday from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. My dog, Gus, makes a beeline for Wilson Fish for salmon skins, where fishmongers will tell you exactly when the salmon and halibut were pulled from the water.

Locals know to skip Starbucks and check out Lighthouse Roasters instead. This tiny neighborhood coffee shop has been roasting beans in vintage machines since 1995 and makes the best mocha I’ve had in Seattle. I brew it with a French press at home daily but regularly visit the shop for its perfect foam and unpretentious baristas.

When I’m feeling cash-strapped I take advantage of Seattle’s twice-daily happy hours. There’s absolutely no reason to not eat and drink well in Emerald City. Early happy hour is pretty standard across the board, typically with deep discounts on food and booze. Late-night happy hour usually lures imbibers with cheap food deals.

In my city, an active day outdoors involves renting a canoe or rowboat from the Waterfront Activities Center (WAC) at University of Washington and paddling around Lake Washington. It’s a cheap afternoon– rentals are only $8.50 an hour.

Museum of History & Industry (Photo courtesy of MOHAI)

My city’s best museum is the Museum of History & Industry. It’s hardly a cutting-edge facility, nor the flashiest venue in town, but I’m a nerd for time and place facts, and this museum chronicles 150 years of Seattle’s history. If I had to rate a favorite museum based on its gift shop, Seattle Art Museum (SAM) takes the retail win, hands down. The pottery, jewelry, and knit goods in that place are well worth maxxing out your credit card.

My favorite jogging/walking route is around Greenlake. I do in-line skating, walk my dogs, or dish with my girlfriends on its 2.8-mile loop. During the summer, you can swim in the lake (dogs, too!). In cooler months, I grab a pre-stroll Mexican hot chocolate at Chocolati Café near Stroud Avenue North.

Tavolàta is the spot for late-night eats. Belying Belltown’s meathead stereotype, this is where food-obsessed locals hang out late at night and where chefs eat on their night off. Chef/owner Ethan Stowell’s (Food & Wine Best New Chef 2008) delicate, handmade pastas are dream- and drool-inducing carbs. (He grinds his own wheat for the pasta.)

To find out what’s going on at night and on the weekends, read the Stranger, one of our two alternative weekly newspapers.

You can tell if someone is from my city if the skin is translucent. Vitamin D deficiency is a real issue in Seattle during its gloomy winter months.

For a great breakfast joint try the Dish. The Slacker Especial, a fancy version of migas, will fix any hangover. There’s almost always a wait, but there’s self-serve coffee on the sidewalk to keep the hungry masses warm and caffeinated.

Just outside my city, you can visit Whidbey Island. It’s a quick ferry trip from Mukilteo, and the island is the perfect day-trip getaway with wineries (Whidbey Island Winery is quite good), local Penn Cove mussels (in Coupeville), and Deception Pass State Park (35 miles of trails). Remarkable bridges make me weak in the knees, and the arched version at Deception Pass is a suspended, two-lane stunner.

The most random thing about my city is the statue of Lenin in the Fremont neighborhood.

For a night of dancing, go to Century Ballroom in Capitol Hill. Evening classes and sessions rotate between salsa, tango, and swing. Or, for live music, check out the Tractor in Ballard. This intimate neighborhood venue serves tallboys of PBR while acts like Jonathan Richman and Dave McGraw take the stage.

San Juan Islands, Washington (Photo: Ashley Sullivan/My Shot)

In the winter you should go the San Juan Islands. Sure, the off-season weather may be moody and gray, but tourists have gone home, hotel rates drop, restaurant reservations are a snap to secure, and wildlife is more abundant. On my winter “to do” list: Book a cabin at Doe Bay Resort on Orcas Island, and finally make it to French Laundry alum Lisa Nakamura’s restaurant, Allium.

In the late-spring you should visit the Hiram M. Chittenden Locks. Almost always referred to by its more informal name– Ballard Locks– this complex water shifting system links salty Puget Sound with the fresh waters of Salmon Bay, Lake Union, Portage Bay, and Lake Washington.

In the summer you should go to Discovery Park and pick wild blackberries. My pantry is filled with blackberry jam made from summer walks turned impromptu picking fests.

A hidden gem in my city is Schmitz Preserve Park in West Seattle. It’s a slice of old-growth wooded heaven in the midst of a residential neighborhood. On occasion, you can hear coyotes howling from the park’s ravines.

When I think about my city, the song that comes to mind is anything by Pearl Jam or Nirvana. When I get in my car and switch on the radio, I play a little game to prove I can’t scroll through one rotation of stations without hearing a song by one of these artists.

Viadoom could only happen in my city.

My city should be featured on your cover or website because it cannot seem to escape its so-called rain stereotype. Yes, it’s gray and gloomy for months on end, but it’s also one of the most beautiful, lush, vibrant cities in the country. Poor Seattle suffers from an inferiority complex and is highly underrated. Some people say that the myth of continuous rainfall in Seattle was actually invented by the locals in the early 1960s to try to keep people from moving into the state.


(Source: nationalgeographic)

호텔에서 쳌아웃 후 언니네 집에서 이틀 지내는 동안, 조카 둘이랑 (5살, 1살 반) 시간도 보내고, 배가 터질 정도의 양만큼 먹기도 하고, 만족스러운 여행의 마무리였다.

언니가 갈 때마다 내가 생각났다는 Sripraphai 라는 태국음식점에서:

아쉽지 않을만큼 시키고,

배 든든히 채운 다음, 아기들 데리고 센트럴 파크로:

어른 3에 애 2이 가장 적합한 비율인 듯 했다.

특히 이 매니 (manny) 덕분에...

겁이 많지만 호수, 분수, 오리들을 좋아하고 나만큼이나 냄새나는 치즈를 좋아한다는 큰 조카와 겁 전혀 없는 작은 조카:

차없이 어떻게 애 둘을 데리고 다니나 염려도 했는데, 도시아이들은 웬만한 어른들도 더럽다/위험하다 피하는 뉴욕 지하철을 잘만 타 매우 편안한 여행이 되었음.