Into the Driver’s Seat: From Mind-numbing Map Reading to Mind-blowing Baklava

November 18, 2009
Into the Driver’s Seat: From Mind-numbing Map Reading to Mind-blowing Baklava No, I’m not going to subject you to the details of all that I learned on the first day of taxi school. There were some fun moments, though. I especially liked the tremendously corny video “I AM New York: Becoming a Professional Taxi Driver,” in which a wise man in the rear view mirror shows

Into the Driver’s Seat: Taxi School & Street Meat

November 16, 2009
Into the Driver’s Seat: Taxi School & Street Meat Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world. - Arthur Schopenhauer (quoted on the N train to Queens) First, the good news: the New York City Taxi & Limousine Commission (TLC) accepted my yellow cab application today and gave me a ticket to taxi school. But not

Kebob and Sour Cherries at Ravagh Persian Grill

November 12, 2009
Kebob and Sour Cherries at Ravagh Persian Grill Ravagh Persian Grill in Murray Hill – one of two Persian restaurants that Eli Parviz recommended after we got lost during our quest for his favorite Colombian food – is more elegant than most of the places where I wind up on the taxi adventures. When I walked into the dining room the day

A Colombian Illusion and Two Persian Leads

November 11, 2009
A Colombian Illusion and Two Persian Leads If there’s anything I’ve learned over the course of these food quests, it’s that in the moment I climb into a taxi, I have no clue what the back story of the person in the front seat might be. The idea that we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover isn’t new, I know. But

Into the Driver’s Seat: What a Difference an “E” Makes

November 9, 2009
Into the Driver’s Seat: What a Difference an “E” Makes Warning: The following is a rant, but the profanity is only implied. Five years ago, a teenage Gypsy caught me with my guard down and lifted my wallet – and every identifying document I owned – in the Madrid subway. Eventually, I replaced all that was missing, but my name somehow ended up misspelled on

Istanbul: Eduard’s Second Home Run

November 5, 2009
Istanbul: Eduard’s Second Home Run I could feel the heat from the döner kebab the moment I opened the door to Istanbul, the second Rego Park restaurant* that taxi driver Eduard Zavlanov recommended during our ride through Midtown Manhattan. When he’s craving Turkish food, the musician from Uzbekistan told me that this is his favorite spot. When I walked into