Chapter Two: My Relationship With Food
I’m a person who loves food. But I’m not a foodie, gastronome or gourmet. I don’t have a refined interest in food. Nor is it an interest or hobby. I rarely, if ever, enjoy food for pleasure. I usually have food just because I’m hungry, or craving a specific something, but the foods I eat I love. Truly, truly love. Even if they’re not good for me.
For instance, whenever I’m in New York City, I don’t try to get a reservation at La Morada, Africa Kine, Sushi Noz or any of the other restaurants considered essential eating in the Big Apple. Instead, I’ll have a burger at Shake Shack, a slice from Famous Original Ray’s Pizza, and at least one hot dog from a street vendor. I’ve been to NYC half a dozen times and I’ve never had a sit down meal there. Yet I’ve enjoyed each and every bite.
Same with Los Angeles. I have no interest in Spago, The Restaurant at the Chateau Marmont, Gracias Madre or The Polo Lounge. I want In-N-Out Burger, Baha Fresh Mexican Grill or Pink’s Hot Dogs. And when I’m in L.A. again in July, I assure you I’ll be eating at at least two of those three fantastic places again. One within a few hours of my arrival, guaranteed!
Medicine Hat has an amazing array of fantastic restaurants too, and I’ve had food from a number of them. I’ve even had more than a few sit down meals in our great city. Again, whether take-out or dine-in I’ve enjoyed every bite. But I haven’t been eating healthy since I moved here either. I was simply ordering what I was craving at the time or going places people recommended.