A certain type of hunger only becomes apparent after you’ve been moving for some time; it’s not the courteous, planned hunger of someone lounging by a hotel…

A certain type of restaurant doesn’t make a big announcement. There isn’t a famous chef involved. No dramatic press release. It’s just a sign that says, “Rare…

There’s a particular smell that drifts through the backyard in Marrero, Louisiana on a Saturday afternoon — a thick, rolling cloud of Old Bay, andouille fat, and…

The timing of all of this is subtly telling. The rules of the game are changing once more as the UK seafood industry starts to gain traction,…

Pick up a bag of frozen shrimp from practically any American grocery store. Turn it over. It probably reads “Product of Vietnam” or “Farmed in Ecuador.” For…

Pick up a bag of frozen shrimp from practically any American grocery store. Turn it over. It probably states “Product of Thailand, Ecuador, or India.” It’s not…

The smell of butter, river water, and something frying somewhere in the distance permeates the city. On the first day, it felt almost offensive to walk through…

Outside the shack is a hand-painted sign. Four items are listed: clams, fish sandwiches, lobster rolls, and chowder. That’s all. There is no tasting menu. No amuse-bouche.…