Rating: 7 / 10
Woken up in garbled sweats, wondering if today is the day that i'll find a salvational bowl of Pho, more often than not disappointed by a hundred promises and only a handful of deliveries. Christina at Den Bar had overheard me talking about my love for Pho and Ramen, and interrupted to excitedly detail the existence of a hidden pho bar on the outskirts of Odesa, in an area surely no travellers trod. In a small hallway of a junk-market a 20 minute drive from the pretty downtown, I took it upon myself to hunt it out.
Rating: 8 / 10
I started eating at places Bourdain went to years ago, knowingly wanting to see what his palate was like, or if his local friends were short-changing him. On some occasions the food met with muted grief, on others divine raptures of falling angelic gang-bang euphoria shaking the very foundations of my soul.
Rating: 8 / 10
You find treasures in the oddest places. Having lived for 14 years in the capital, Oslo, and struggled to find anything above a decent Falafel (Gaza Kjøkken), it would never have occured to me that the holy grail was hiding in the city of heroin and herring. Strung beside a grocery store on Haraldsgata, this tiny Syrian eatery offers everything from lambs hearts, pizza, shawarma, falafel and manakish.
Rating: 9 / 10
You could wax lyrical all week about the obscenely tasty food at Tajuddin Hussain. The lively Nasi Kandar place located just a whimper from the main parade of Indian restaurants on Penang Road, yet holding it's own level of intrigue with perpetually crammed tables. From the moment the steel shutters are removed, the crowds pile in almost like they're fleeing the streets behind them, clawing at tables and battering the waiters with a fluid line of orders.
"The hunt for perfection continues"