Nothing like a cup of joe.
It’s winter. You can tell because the sun has disappeared from the sky and the air is heavy with grey ocean mist. Every once in a while I emerge from hibernation and make a beeline for one of Lima’s sweet cafes. Here are my favorites. Continue reading
I’ve kind of decided that lunch is my favorite meal. It helps that Peru really, really knows how to do lunch: fresh fish, extensive menús, restaurants open late into the afternoons. This past week we decided to really enjoy the lunch culture here in Lima and treat ourselves to the best of the variety of cuisines this international city has to offer.
We snuck out of work one Wednesday… Continue reading
A closed door reveals the only sign advertising the restaurant.
The first time I tried to find this hidden restaurant, it was a hot Sunday in March and we wandered for almost an hour, circling the worn walls of the Iglesia San Pedro. We knew it was near; we had it surrounded. We finally discovered the restaurant/convent next to a beautiful old Spanish-style house: the house was open, L’Eau Vive, unfortunately, was not. I added it to my list of restaurants to try and, while downtown last week to order some frightfully ugly business cards, I decided to give it another try. It was open, and full of business people taking their lunch breaks at this well-known but quasi-secret restaurant, owned and run by the French nuns who live in the convent above. Continue reading
Our family trip to Cusco was, of course, amazing: beautiful Incan ruins, including Machu Picchu and Ollantaytambo; incredible views of the green Andes and the mists that surround them; and tons of family time. But one of the most delightful surprises was the food. We ate well in Cusco and in Aguas Calientes, and I think there’s no better way to start a food blog than with our adventures in food on our trip to Machu Picchu.
Decadent pancakes at Jack’s Cafe.
We arrived in the city of Cusco veeery early on a Monday morning, and after checking in to the delightful Mama Simona, we headed over to Jack’s Cafe, where we waited on a short line filled mostly by English-speakers. The food was simple and clean; clearly fresh, but not well-seasoned. The flavors were perhaps over simplified: we added salt and pepper to our pumpkin soup and tomato grilled cheese, but they still left something to be desired. The breakfast items on our table– huevos rancheros and the uber-sweet pancakes with mango and cream– were better received. Despite mixed feelings about our food, there was nothing left on any plate.
A lo peruano 