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
Some people eat to live, while others live to eat. What about you? How far would you travel for the best meal of your life?