The food wasn’t the first thing that caught my attention. It was the smell of Hoi An’s harbor at five in the morning; it was briny, sharp,…

Your first reaction is to roll your eyes when someone tells you that a single dish at a small Logan Square restaurant has a two-month waiting list.…

Gloucester’s docks are quieter now than they were. It’s missing something, but not quite silent. The gulls continue to circle in the same manner, a few boats…

For months, a quiet bureaucratic earthquake has been rumbling somewhere between the Dutch Harbor cold-storage warehouses and the Rotterdam customs desks. The majority of customers who purchase…

The dock at Point Judith smells like it always does—diesel, bait, and old rope—and the men who work there appear exhausted. On a Tuesday afternoon, a sixty-year-old…

Only before sunrise on the Chesapeake can you find a certain kind of silence. The water breathes, but it doesn’t really move. On most mornings, you’ll come…

A press conference was not the first indication that something had changed in the Norwegian salmon trade. It originated from the quiet discussions between exporters in Oslo…

When the weather turns bad the week of a festival, a coastal town experiences a certain kind of disappointment. The vendors who have been preparing batter and…