HeyJaredThe Daily Grog
People worth finding. Places worth going. Food and drink with a story. Written and photographed from the road, the bar, and somewhere in between.
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To Paris, briefly (opens the original)
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Welcome to The Daily Grog, and hello to anyone new around here! Today, some musings on the Eurostar and a few frames from Paris.I’ve always wanted to take the Eurostar. It’s easy to trivialize a simple train trip when you’ve spent many hours and miles up in the sky. But there’s a romance to the train, the idea, the Eurostar. The name itself smells of the ‘90s — forward thinking, optimistic, hopeful, the dream of a connected world where people and ideas are free to move about. How are we doing on
Notes from August (opens the original)
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When we talked in July, you could say I was in a bit of discomfort. Fortunately whatever was plaguing me eventually left my system, though all told it took about four full weeks to be symptom free. By that time I was back in Seattle, where I spent all of August in recovery mode.I was relieved to have a full month at home. I’ve mentioned before that usually I spend most of summer in the northwest (plus some adopted California time) and save most of my big international travel for the colder month
Mexico City of Flowers (opens the original)
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I was following a man walking with a spray of white and pink nestled in his arm. The flowers contrasted nicely against his blue collared shirt. A first date? I wondered. I was behind him, walking through a small narrow strip of the sidewalk with taquerías on either side of us. He didn’t even pause, not even a glance given to the spit of al pastor to his right. I could never. The confidence made me think it was at least a second date.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://subs
36 Hours in Kanazawa (opens the original)
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It’s a good feeling, landing in a new city without having a clue about it. More often we know too much — where to eat, drink, shop, be seen, where to sip on our single origin pour over while we listen to jazz on vinyl. Actually, that sounds nice I admit. Though I knew very little about Kanazawa, aside from my hotel and rumors of a good market. I had about 36 hours in the city, which was just enough time to still not know a damn thing by the end of it. But in a way that offered freedom, so my onl
On Atsukan - The Art of Drinking Hot Sake with Chef Jo Takasaki (opens the original)
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For most of the night, you’ll find Chef Jo Takasaki at the front of an eight seat counter with a thermometer in hand, taking the sake’s temperature while steam billows out from the hot water bath. Atsukan, it’s called, or the art of hot sake. And while I do believe there’s an art to it, from your seat it’ll look more like a mad scientist tinkering with a mysterious alchemy. Behind him are other chefs at work, one manning a small charcoal grill charring something from the land or the sea. Eventua
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