Osteria Del Tempo Perso: Ostuni, Italy
When I travel abroad, I inevitably find one dish I fall head over heels in love with. Of course, I arrive back in the states and try my hardest to find a dish locally that emulates it. Realizing that it is an impossible task, I end up scrolling through pictures on my phone re-living that meal.
This past week was no different. Overcast rainy Nashville nights had me craving pasta.
Mornings in Mexico City have a unique rhythm. Sunlight spills over colorful building facades, the hum of conversation drifts from café terraces, and the irresistible scent of espresso fills the air.