Welcome to our blog
There’s no roadmap for a life spent chasing the next great meal. You stumble into it—sometimes in the back of a dive bar, sometimes at a family table where the recipe’s older than the country you’re in. I’m Julie Harris—chef, pub owner, cookbook author, and unapologetic eater. I’ve burned my hands in too many kitchens, spilled too many drinks behind the bar, and still, I keep coming back for more. Because food isn’t just food—it’s history, people, and the stories we tell over the last bite on the plate. From the late-night fry-ups in my pub to the smoky backstreets of Asia, this is where we get our hands greasy, our bellies full, and our passports stamped in sauce. Welcome to the journey.
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Crete, day three: Sweat, sand, and stuffed zucchini flowers
Some days you wake up on a Greek island and decide to walk straight into madness. A 1.5-hour hike from the quiet charm of Piskopiano Crete…
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Crete, day two: Sun, snails, and the sacred order of Beef Limonata
Some days, travel is about climbing mountains, dodging scooters, chasing museums. Other days, it’s about surrender. Total, unapologetic surrender to the fine art of doing absolutely…
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Crete, day one point two: Wine, ants, and the gospel according to Nikos
If paradise had a lobby, it would probably look something like the Amazones Village Suites**** in Piskopiano Crete Greece. Not the fake, polished, soulless kind of…
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Crete or Bust: A tale of delays, diverts, and damn good tomatoes
4am. Handcross. Dark. Quiet. The kind of quiet that hums in your ears and makes your thoughts louder than they should be. But there’s something romantic…
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DAY 15-17: SEX-CRAZED MONKEYS, HOT SPRING FACEPLANTS & THE DEATH OF POLITENESS (ft. Shanghai Layover Madness)
There’s something beautifully deranged about ending your Japanese pilgrimage face-down in monkey crap. But let’s rewind. Final leg of the trip: Yamanouchi, home of the snow…
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Japan, Day 13/14 – Mount Fuji, Tokyo, Nagano: A tale of snow, solitude, and slurping in stereo
Japan is a country of extreme contrasts. One minute you’re sweating through your underwear on a mountain hike in 25-degree heat, the next you’re at the…