>pizza diavola in an alley of Naples off of a paper plate on a plastic table, brushing away cigarette ash and listening to immigrant children laugh and scream in cobblestone streets
>a croque madame with pain de campagne, pomme frites, and escargot, on the "patio" of a cheap restaurant next to the Seine, where I watched river boats drift and rats scurry in between the tables
>greasy tacos al pastor in the Doctores neighbourhood of Mexico City with a girl I had met at a smoky mezcal bar, sitting on the giant roots of an old tree in the light of the sparking powerlines above
>a smoked meat sandwich in the busy and claustrophobic space of a Montreal deli, elbow to elbow with tourists from around the globe on a warm night in June, five different languages spoken, washed down with black cherry cola
>fried fish caught 1hr ago with rice on a perfect beach in Roatan, the sun setting as I squeeze a lime over the last special meal I'd ever eat with my mom who was dying of terminal cancer, the tears dripping from my face into my drink as I gripped my father's hand under the table
I could go on and on... Food is the literal only reason to be alive

>>21481341 (OP)
Anthony Bourdain sounding faggot, didn't work for him did it