Recently I read an article on CNN about an American traveler who was imprisoned after taking the "wrong" cab in the tiny Maritime Southeast Asian nation of East Timor. There's obviously a whole lot more to the story but it basically involves this: Stacy Addison was crossing the border from Indonesia into East Timor. As is the practice in many developing nations, taxis are shared (what? you think you can have a taxi to yourself when a driver can squash in four more bodies and make more money) and thus was the case with Addison. Along the way, the other passenger asked to stop at a DHL office and local police acting on a tip from Indonesian authorities stopped the taxi carrying Addison and others.
Since we had thoroughly enjoyed the first time we dined at Toast, when we'd attended a special "Kentucky themed" tasting menu there, we knew we would want to go again, but to try their regular menu. And that's what we did last month.
I think one of the things I like most about dining at Toast is its unique ambiance. It's located in a former house that from the looks of it dates from the turn of the last century. (Toast can be found in the city's Shadyside neighborhood, which is replete with houses from this time.)
"I was in Peru and visited a building near Lima built by the Incas. It was low in height, with no windows at all, but all the way in the back there was air movement. And I couldn't figure out how they'd done it; it was incredible." Frank Gehry
"Friends and comrades! On that side [south] are toil, hunger, nakedness, the drenching storm, desertion, and death; on this side ease and pleasure. There lies Peru with its riches; here, Panama and its poverty. Choose, each man, what best becomes a brave Castilian. For my part, I go to the south." Francisco Pizarro