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Chef Tom – Short Ribs and Short Stories
Posted in Fiction, Food, Opinion, Recipe, Review with tags allergen friendly, Bob Segarini, Chef Tom, closet, comfort food, coming out, cooking, dairy free, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Food, food blog, foodie, gay, gluten free, healthy recipe, Hipp Kitchen, hippkitchen, Opinion, Paris, Recipe, San Francisco, Short Stories, short story, St. Germaine, Tom Herndon, trans, transition, Winter on February 15, 2020 by segariniChef Tom Herndon – Barcelona: Flamenco and the State of Grace Known as Duende
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Barcelona, Chef Tom, culinary tour, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Duende, Flamenco, food blog, food writing, hidden gem, Palau Dalmases, San Francisco, segarini, shellfish, Spanish cuisine, Spanish musicians, travel writing on April 21, 2018 by segariniSeptember 24
On my bucket list for Barcelona was seeing an authentic performance of Flamenco. What I meant was Flamenco in the style that’s been around for centuries, since the dance form was first introduced by Gypsies; flamenco, con duende! The style that catches you up in deep emotion, takes you on an excruciating journey, and leaves you feeling wrung out.
Chef Tom’s Big Adventure: Barcelona
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Barcelona, Chef Tom, culinary tour, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Earnest Hemingway, El Born, food blog, food writing, hidden gem, San Francisco, Seafood, segarini, shellfish, Spanish cuisine, travel writing on April 14, 2018 by segariniSeafood!
21 September
In Barcelona a Marisqueria (seafood place) called La Peradata is a popular mini-chain of seafood restaurants. The one I found was in the village of El Born, near the Picasso Museum. What a wild place. Queue was 45 minutes in the sun. When I finally got in, the din was three bombs. I didn’t quite know what I was in for, the line was moving, I was getting closer and closer, and my heart was pounding. Will I figure this out by the time I get to the front of the line, or will I end up screwing the pooch?