I didn’t remember until reading this prompt, walking across a Munich square eating a baked and honey saturated pastry that a girl from Nancy, France recommended. In my memory it was sort of like a Mexican churros and sort of like Indian gulab jamen. I never had it again, and I didn’t learn the German name, but so good.

(This was the same girl who, after I spoke a little French to her, told me my accent was cute.)

Hmmm – now I’m thinking about yummy food.

In Paris, France, dinner that was so much more about the cultural immersion as it was the food!

In Oxford, England, I had my first and best cream tea to which no other cream tea in the U.S. can hold a candle. Then, again in Munich, the one time I got good and properly drunk on that trip was with Feigling. I can get that here at home, but it’s a lot of hassle.

In Krakow, Poland, was the very best gelato I’ve ever had. I even DID compare it to gelato from another shop, and it was this particular little stand.

In St. Maarten, there was this delightful open air restaurant/bar we stopped in with really good calamari!

As I’ve been thinking about all this, I supposed I do live to eat! When I go someplace new, I seek out delicious food that I can only get there. In fact, I have a “rule” when I’m on the road to not get anything there that I can get at home. By this, I specifically mean McDonald’s or Starbucks; places like that.

Live to Eat