Does an amazing pecan slice eaten halfway up the Corrieyairack pass just as my bottom lip was about to turn down count?
I found a Snickers in my bag towards the end of a very hard Cairngorm/Ben Macdui ride. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
I found a Snickers in my bag towards the end of a very hard Cairngorm/Ben Macdui ride. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
I can't forget the snack pork pie I inhaled after doing the Dalby Forest red/black with no food at all because someone had suggested it would all be done in an hour or two.
I do think most of my best meals have been when I'm at my hungriest. A $1 street pad Thai in Bangkok, a corned beef hash on a NZ mountain pass...
I am quite lucky that I get to eat in some nice places with work and I have done some good Cumbrian Michelin places but in February this year I groaned with pleasure like an idiot for my whole meal.
La Marineta in Mataro near Barcelona. Very small tapas place opens at 8pm with one table sitting. Very seafood biased which suits me. There was six of us so I got to try a lot of dishes and they were all great or superb. It was a business trip but I will make a point of going back, I was very struck by how cheaply I could eat and drink really well in the town.
https://www.instagram.com/lamarinetarestaurant/?hl=es
Joro in Oughtibridge near Sheffield is excellent though getting very very spendy now it’s got its first Michelin star. But still amazing especially with the drinks pairing (don’t be put off if one of the first drinks is half a lager, it gets better).
For me though it’s as much about the associated memories of a trip or holiday as the quality of the food itself. There was a small rundown corrugated tin building in Khao Lao in Thailand we went to on holiday once, no longer there but served simple but superbly fresh local food with cheap cold beer and lizards on the wall. Will never forget that place.
Great thread, my thoughts.
We had a small local Greek/Turkish chain “Olive Branch” open near us and we went a little while after opening. I had the dolamides and a kebab, with the usual sides of pitta and dip. Now, I’m not saying it was the best food, but smelling and tasting the food whisked me immediately back to fantastic family holidays in the Greek islands, early 80s, with my sadly departed parents.
Funny how food can evoke memories. It’s even dusty in here typing this…
But even an orange kitkat was devoured after completing the Mary Townley loop in a day, running on fumes for the last few miles.
