'What do you fancy?'
What's the local speciality?
'Here looks alright?'
Let's keep going.
'What about here?'
Maybe. It's a bit expensive? What's that in pounds?
'Can't you find anywhere on the Internet?'
No. It's taking too long.
'Let's just go here... I can't be bothered to keep walking.'
As a touring musician I spend very little time in my own kitchen. In the past few months I've eaten Texan BBQ's and Indonesian Buffets. I've had Venison burgers with celebrities at the back stages of Festivals and a Bratwurst with German builders at a service station on the Autobahn. The country, the currency, the cuisine and the company all vary, yet my love of good food (and my intolerance of the poor) never does.
I am hoping this will grow to be more than just a blog allowing me to induldge in food criticism. I want it to be a scrapbook of memories centred upon what I believe to be the best way to immerse yourself in a city's culture during a flying visit. That is, to eat.
BEFORE I BEGIN
I will always be honest, but never unnecessarily cruel for effect.
I will be open and adventurous (though this is hardly anything out of character in terms of trying new food).
I will never use the word 'succulent' without my tongue being firmly pressed against my cheek.
I reserve the right to change my mind as my tastes (hopefully) become more refined.
ALSO INTRODUCING,
(the five people I will mainly be eating with)
BIG HANDS
GINGER
QUIFF
TM
and in a category of her own
FRECKLES.
I hope you will learn just as much about these people and my relationships with them as you do about the food that I describe.
D.
x
ps. This is an old german man. It is not me
