While Americans celebrate Halloween this week with M&Ms and Milk Duds, in Catalonia this time of the year is marked with a different, more sophisticated, kind of sweet. The small, round marzipan cookies called panellets are, along with roasted chestnuts and sweet wine, the traditional fare of All Saints’ Day, or Tots Sants in Catalan.

Award-winning baker and author Dorie Greenspan shares her love of simple, satisfying cakes and the Paris pastry shop that inspired her new Moko Cake recipe.

Our guide to Albariño, a classic Galician white wine, and the producers like Martin Códax who are keeping this tradition alive in Rías Baixas DO.

Paris dining moves between nostalgia and reinvention. From bistros reborn as PMU-style bars to chefs blending Sri Lankan spice with French technique, the city’s appetite for both comfort and change keeps it the most exciting food capital on Earth.

Paris dining today isn’t just about white tablecloths or tasting menus. It’s about neighborhood spots, inventive bakers, and chefs cooking with personality—and this list captures 11 of the best.

Marché Popincourt is a locals’ favorite for seasonal produce, friendly vendors, and Parisian charm – without the crowds.

Once a ritual of fine dining, Paris’s gilded cheese carts have nearly vanished. But a new cheese culture, one that is smarter, smaller, and more dynamic, is redefining how Parisians indulge in their favorite dairy obsession.

In Belleville, Paris tastes like home cooking and global exchange. This photo essay follows a morning in one of the city’s most dynamic neighborhoods — where buttery pastries meet Tunisian brik, Vietnamese banh mi, and the easy rhythm of daily life.

Dorie Greenspan shares her seven must-visit pastry shops in Paris, from classic French pâtisseries to new spots blending global flavors.

Mexican diners offer a place for many in the capital to go for simple eats, often for people struggling to make ends meet. The key is to look for a crowded lunch bar lined with clients downing food before they have to head back to work.

At the edge of Los Angeles’s modern downtown stands a link to the city’s Spanish colonial past. El Pueblo de Los Ángeles was one of the earliest settled areas in what is now L.A. County, and today is home to such attractions as the last standing adobe house, the city’s first firehouse, and, most importantly, one of the oldest family-run restaurants in California, El Rancho Grande. Poised to celebrate 95 years of operation on the area’s historic Olvera Street, this family has grown with the city, preserving and sharing traditional foods since just before this area was designated as a Mexican-style tourist marketplace in 1930.

Mahir Lokantası is one of our favorite diners in the busy Osmanbey area for many reasons. The homey decor with clean white tablecloths, the panoramic view of the intersection of Halaskargazi and Rumeli streets and the warmth of the wood-fired oven that bakes many of the daily specials all keep us coming back. But perhaps what makes Mahir Lokantası so special is the way the chef and owner of the restaurant, Mahir Nazlıcan, brings the flavors of his mother's recipes and his roots from southeast Turkey’s Diyarbakır to life through his dishes. The Turkish diner, also known as esnaf lokantası, is of the most important concepts in Turkish culinary culture. The direct translation is “tradesman restaurant,” and the foods in these diners are cooked in big pots that makes them not only delicious but also affordable.

Irina Widuczynski, the voice behind Buenos Paladaires, shares her favorite spot for Argentina’s iconic sweet pastry — and why it’s always her first stop back in Buenos Aires.

“I'm a big pizza eater,” Francesco “Ciccio” Leone confesses. “But what I like most is being together with friends, conviviality.” The broad-shouldered Palermo native, 50, greets everyone who enters his establishment with a welcoming smile. It was during a dinner party held at his home that he came up with the idea for the name of his pizzeria. “The name came about by chance,” he recalls. “My friends would come to my house to eat, they would say, ‘Ciccio, pass me this; Ciccio, pass me that,’ and so I thought of calling the pizzeria Ciccio Passami l’Olio, which means ‘Ciccio, pass me the oil.’”

Ride the 7 train as it rumbles above Roosevelt Avenue, and with every stop, you’ll find another world of where to eat in Queens, New York. Get off in Jackson Heights, and the air might be fragrant with Nepali spices and frying Indian jalebi; a few stations later in Corona, fresh-pressed tortillas and slow-cooked birria will welcome you. Here, the globe has unpacked its many kitchens alongside its luggage and moved in. This is Queens, a borough with more than 1 million foreign-born residents, thrumming with hundreds of languages, foods, and wares.