#43: Our Final Meal
by: October 08, 2007
Shockingly, Mongolia’s capital delivers some of the best Korean food we’ve ever had.
From London to Mongolia, fish and chips to fermented horse milk, all in a month. Writer Joshua M. Bernstein and his crew are eating their way across 8,000 miles in the Mongol Rally...
#42: Gravy Makes a World of Difference
by: October 05, 2007
After riding on a bus for 12 hours with locals who don’t eat, we finally have some mutton with gravy.
#41: Our Car Receives a Mortal Blow
by: October 04, 2007
But at least we found a place to eat scrambled eggs.
#40: Desperate Enough to Eat Sheep Off the Floor
by: October 03, 2007
We choose our restaurant based on which one has a more tasteful window display of bloody animal parts.
#39: At Least the Goatherd Liked It
by: October 02, 2007
Driving very, very slowly across Mongolia, we eat really bad fish sandwiches and share them with a passing stranger.
#38: That Guy Killed Our Dinner!
by: October 01, 2007
Sometimes it’s better not to know where your food came from. Particularly when you’ve just lost at arm-wrestling to the man who hunted it down.
#36: My MacGyver Moment
by: September 27, 2007
A caffeine addict will do anything to get his fix—even make coffee with ragged old underwear.
#35: Horse Jerky, the Perfect Drunken Food
by: September 26, 2007
We miss the Mongolian border crossing and have to dip into our sketchiest dried provision.
#34: Kebab-Flavored Snack Food
by: September 25, 2007
We’re down to the dregs of our supplies again, after being grossed out by offal in an outdoor market.
#33: No Fat, No Gristle
by: September 24, 2007
We can’t find a decent road to save our lives, but finally we get some good kebabs.
#32: On the 13th Day, God Made Malls
by: September 21, 2007
Escalators, security guards, off-brand McDonald’s and fake Starbucks—heaven? No, a mall in Kazakhstan!
#31: Milk-Ball Bricks in Kyrgyzstan
by: September 20, 2007
Yet another food I don’t recognize, and decide to try.
#30: Imodium, Sweet Imodium
by: September 19, 2007
Our stomachs ruined from last night’s party, it’s our only nutritional intake.
#29: Partying with Mr. Babahana
by: September 18, 2007
Before he got sick of us, our host treated us to horse meat, vodka, and a place to sleep.
#28: Man Cannot Live on Melon Alone
by: September 17, 2007
He must also have sour goat milk soup. Especially when those are the only things available along the roadside of Uzbekistan.
#27: Wal-Mart on Acid
by: September 14, 2007
Bugs Meany’s car breaks down, leading to an exploration of a crazy outdoor food market. Only $1.50 for a feast of treats.
#26: Rusted Ships and Drunken Cops
by: September 13, 2007
In a washed-up former shipping port, we drink cold noodle soup to beat the heat and do vodka shots with the local police.
#25: A Seismic Shift in Roadside Dining
by: September 12, 2007
It’s very hot, but crossing into Uzbekistan, we’re starting to see some better grub.
#24: Waiter, There's a Spider in My Soup
by: September 11, 2007
At the Uzbekistan border, we get more borscht, plus a little something extra.
#23: More Mystery Meat in Kazakhstan
by: September 10, 2007
Unforgiving sun, potholed dirt roads, a plywood table, and some kind of organ meat.
#22: Party with Bugs Meany
by: September 07, 2007
We meet up with fellow New Yorkers and enjoy the company of some lovely ladies at a pirozhki joint.
#21: Blood on the Tiles
by: September 06, 2007
At first, the hotel restaurant looked so elegant, with its chandeliers and Casio keyboard.
#20: Finally, Fermented Horse Milk
by: September 05, 2007
I’ve been psyching myself up to try it; now it’s time. Kumis, here I come.
#19: More Restaurant Shantytowns
by: September 04, 2007
A roadside honey salesman, an egg pirozhki at a shabby interstate stop-off—ah, the joys of Eastern European road-tripping.
#18: My Big Russian Mistake
by: September 03, 2007
My friend had warned me not to drink kvass. I didn’t mean to, I swear!
#17: Escape from Moscow
by: August 31, 2007
In a run-down restaurant with fake bark on the walls, we discover damn good borscht.
#16: First Moscow Calories
by: August 30, 2007
There are Sbarros here, but we opt for pork belly from a corner store and a pancake shop.
#15: Never Trust Truckers
by: August 29, 2007
If we’d waited a couple of miles, we could’ve killed our hunger in style.
#14: Sometimes You Don't Eat
by: August 28, 2007
Like when crossing the Russian border. Our stomachs are ready to mutiny.
The Dispatches
1. Eating Our Way from London to Mongolia
7. We're Off!
10. Emergency Sausage Services
13. Couch-Surfing and Dumplings
19. More Restaurant Shantytowns
20. Finally, Fermented Horse Milk
23. More Mystery Meat in Kazakhstan
24. Waiter, There's a Spider in My Soup
25. A Seismic Shift in Roadside Dining
26. Rusted Ships and Drunken Cops
27. Wal-Mart on Acid
28. Man Cannot Live on Melon Alone
29. Partying with Mr. Babahana
31. Milk-Ball Bricks in Kyrgyzstan
32. On the 13th Day, God Made Malls
35. Horse Jerky, the Perfect Drunken Food
38. That Guy Killed Our Dinner!
39. At Least the Goatherd Liked It
40. Desperate Enough to Eat Sheep Off the Floor
41. Our Car Receives a Mortal Blow
42. Gravy Makes a World of Difference
43. Our Final Meal
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