You don’t need any signs to explain what you’re looking at when you’re near Arizona’s Kayenta Mine. All you need is a copy of Ed Abbey’s The Monkey Wrench Gang.
America is a land of awful sandwiches, of industrially produced, sugary bread; of rubbery, microwaved half-meats; of watery, shredded lettuce. The one city that doesn’t tolerate mediocrity is Philly. Philly’s urban density means there is a never-ending appetite for classic comfort as well as hoagie experimentation, and that density gave me the idea to do a Philly sandwich tour by bike.
I wanted a street-level look at Munich’s past, present, and maybe even its future. Instead, I ended up on an urban planning journey through space and time.
Sure, you might need a full body suit, but thanks to a little ingenuity you can go river surfing in the middle of Munich!
Spend enough time at Versailles in Miami, and the distance between the United States and Cuba seems to shrink.
We spent 10 years wondering what was inside Davis Grocery & Bar-B-Q. Once inside, we got answers to questions we had never thought to ask.
There’s a stretch of I-70 in Utah which runs through a landscape nearly bleached of color. Then, once in the town of Green River, there is a former gas station repainted in bright yellow and orange hues with a truck reading MEXICAN FOOD and a sign reading TACOS.
We thought Corkscrew BBQ in Spring, TX would be a good little trip from Houston. Once we got there, we realized that we didn’t budget nearly enough time for the trip.