In the moment I buy an air ticket, I’m not thinking about the monuments I will see nor the landscapes I will cross. No, I am thinking about what I will eat, and, above all, with whom I will eat it.
– Samuel Lalu
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonald’s? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taquería‘s mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head? I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.