9 Wonderfully Wild Themed Restaurants Worth Planning a Trip Around
I believe a restaurant can be a destination all its own. The best nights out aren’t measured by the food alone, but by how many “wait, look at that” moments…
Travel Writer
Darius Wells is a writer and traveler based out of Charlotte, NC, with a habit of taking the long way everywhere. He's been exploring the U.S. for over a decade — state parks, back-road towns, coastal drives, and everything in between. His thing is finding the places that locals love but visitors rarely stumble onto. If there's a scenic overlook, a hole-in-the-wall BBQ joint, or a small-town festival worth the detour, Darius has probably already been there — or is already on his way.
I believe a restaurant can be a destination all its own. The best nights out aren’t measured by the food alone, but by how many “wait, look at that” moments…
I've always believed the truest way to understand a city is to eat it, preferably standing up, preferably from a cart, preferably with sauce dripping down your wrist before you've…
The first time I ever strapped on skis, I spent more time sitting in the snow than gliding across it. My cheeks were frozen, my gloves were soaked through, and…
I've always had a soft spot for bridges. There's something about that suspended, in-between feeling, no longer on one shore and not quite on the other, that makes even a…
The first time I drove through a real desert, I expected to be bored within the hour. Endless sand, a few scraggly plants, maybe a tumbleweed for effect. What I…
I think about tacos too often, especially the moment right before the first bite — tortilla warm, meat glistening, cilantro bright, lime wedge waiting. The anticipation feels unfair, but it’s…
I measure diners by the afternoons that slip away inside them. The ones where I stop for coffee, end up in a booth, and realize two hours later I haven’t…
My eighth-grade history teacher had a habit of stopping mid-lecture and saying, "Stop. Think about the fact that this actually happened." He wanted us to feel the realness of it,…
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve lived two hours from the ocean and acted like it was on another planet. The coast becomes a once‑a‑year event when it…
My strongest summer memory doesn't involve a beach or a lake. It involves a plastic inner tube, a concrete channel filled with moving water, and the particular joy of doing…
The best meal I ever ate at a festival wasn't at a table; it wasn't even served on a plate. It was handed to me through a window in a…
Tomatoes are my benchmark for real flavor. When they taste sweet and sharp at the same time, when they taste alive instead of shelf‑stable, that’s when I know they’re right.…