Over-the-top street corn in a cone: elote soft serve dipped in butter, then dressed with Cotija, Tajin, and (eventually) lime, at Papa d’Amour, University Pl., Manhattan. So much butter.
A pastrami sandwich (after an hour-plus in transit, under wraps, while researching a food tour for @ContextTravel), Katz's Delicatessen, East Houston St., Manhattan. Also shown: pickles, which come with; a taste offered by the cutter once I finally reached the head of the line.
Three parts octopus, shrimp, and squid, and one part celery (for its contrasting crunch), seems about right: Neptune seafood salad, Tashkent Supermarket, Sixth Ave., Manhattan
A sprawling annual festival of Bajan chow (food from Barbados, that is, like this fish cake), plus Andean, Chinese, French, Indonesian, Italian, Malaysian, Mexican, Puerto Rican, West African and more: New York-area food events, July 9-12 bit.ly/nyfoodevents-j…
Meaty as I could manage: My richly sauced, overloaded chicken mole taco placero, at Guisados Maria in Bushwick, Brooklyn, surprised me with the winning half of a wishbone, too.
A pata de veado, a Portuguese "deer hoof" pastry of egg-cream-filled, cinnamon-striped sponge cake, at the bakery-café Pão da Terra, during a visit last month to Newark, New Jersey
A Brazilian-style pressed double hot dog — when you're not taking photos, it's much less messy to roll back the wrapper just enough for each bite — from the Opata's Hot Dog truck, during a visit last month to Newark, New Jersey
Seen in passing: Ayamonte, the Tuna Catch; Catalonia, the Fish Market; and Castilla, the Feast of Bread (detail), three of the fourteen panels from Vision of Spain (Joaquín Sorolla, 1911–1919) at the Hispanic Society of America, Broadway, Manhattan
Breakfast coffee and a "Breakfast Way" (served over hash browns) from Skyline Chili, and a morning-sized serving of peach ice cream from Graeter's, between check-in and boarding at the Cincinnati-Northern Kentucky International Airport (CVG), Hebron, Kentucky
Just Got Lucky: two sunnyside eggs, hash browns, and goetta (Get-uh, a German-American sliced breakfast sausage), plus rye toast, coffee, and a bouncy JoBoxers tune I hadn't heard since the '80s, my morning pick-me-up at Lisa's Kitchen, Fairfield, Ohio