For Mohammed – who was born in Rabat, has been driving a cab six days a week for the past ten years and spends summers with his wife and kids in Morocco – the trip to JFK is a ritual he never misses when he's on duty. Besides eating his lunch there, he prays...
Last week, I asked readers to weigh in on where they'd like Taxi Gourmet to go next. Two cities separated themselves from the field...
There are foods that soothe from the moment they make it into your mouth, and chocolate chip cookies are among them. Especially when they come from Petrossian Café, which happens to be two blocks from the Wellington Hotel taxi stand on 7th Ave...
Last week, during the adventure with cabbie Mustapha K. to Floridita in Harlem, I was lucky enough to have radio producer Katie Macpherson along for the ride. Thanks to Katie's magic microphone, we were able to record my conversation with the quintilingual cabbie from Morocco. Listen and be entertained...
Where should Taxi Gourmet go next? Choose the city you’d like to read about most...
Anyone who drives a cab in New York City has to have a trace of masochism coursing through his veins. I understood this intellectually as I went through taxi school. Yesterday, the understanding crashed into my core, and I drew a few conclusions. There was bad tofu and good espresso involved...
