So lutefisk or nothing in the land of 10000 lakes.
Yikes
For some. Not necessarily for me Thatâs why the âethicallyâ is a bit broad. It can mean very different things to different people.
This reminds me of a place I used to eat at in London (a street or two off Leicester Square) called the Tokyo Diner. They served sushi/sashimi (in addition to other items) and had made a commitment to not serving tuna because of over fishing. This was in the early '90s, before this kind of thing became more common. While I love tuna, I get that this is a concern for some. I think, for those who are concerned about the impact of over fishing, theyâd be happy to find a place like that when they are traveling.
And we donât do bars.
gasp Bars are how I meet people when Iâm in a new place.
Iâm beginning to think that the 2 of you will never meet.
We could if you host something!
Not in a NEW place, no
Sheâs coming for dinner next time sheâs out here.
Didnât know you had a bar set up at home.
And, furthermore, when are you coming to NYC?! Youâd get more dinner offers than Dean just did.
Thinking ethically really starts at homeâwhere one has ample time to explore and learn. It can be applied best away when one has similar time to exploreâor where one has already spent considerable time preparing.
My focused business trips have seldom been opportunities for local food adventuring of any kind.
As does the Dennyâs and Chick-Fil-A
Problem with asking locals where to eat, or eating where locals appear to eat, is the assumption that locals actually (1) care about what to eat and (2) what they care about eating is actually indigenous to the area.
Both of which are not always true, and in fact most of the time are not.
Minnesota might have 10k lakes but it only has 3 fish. And theyâre crafty fish at that.
Oh, more than that. I still have a spot in my heart for perch, bluegill, bass, crappie, whitefish, trout, smelt, walleye, silvers, and even pike.
I just ate at one this week. My lifelong best friend wanted to eat there, and I donât see her nearly often enough, so I swallowed my pride (and my palateâŚ)
I will give full creditâŚth greens on the salad bar were crisp, fresh, and free of soft spots and rust.
Beyond that, itâs rhe lowest common denominator. Everything is reheated out of a food service bill package and itâs all gloppy, underseasoned, and overcooked.
Tell me about it. A friend and i were driving from Univ of MD CP to Fort Lauderdale and stopped off at a Waffle House in north Florida at 6 am. I had not even gotten to sit at a booth before i realized that every booth and every stool was occupied by a girl that was at least a 9. The entire place was full of beautiful girls. We were trying not to goggle and failing.
My stunningly intelligent icebreaker to the girls in the booth next to us was, â So, uh, whatâŚâ
She laughed in a very sweet way and said, âWe ah KD, Univuusity uh Gooiija.â
And i think i am leaving out several vowels.
Ok, that may not be YOUR experience at Waffle House but it was mine and i treasure it!
I am the opposite. I love talking to strangers at the bar or at a communal table, practicing my horrible Spanish or German. Thatâs a perk while travelling for me.
I want to try the potatoes.
I read this as âa girl that was at least 9â and thought, what the hell is wrong with you?
Carry on!