#43: Our Final Meal
by: October 08, 2007
Shockingly, Mongolia’s capital delivers some of the best Korean food we’ve ever had.
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#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.
