Postcards don’t often depict food (except seafood), despite how prominent a role that it plays in our travels. Yet, some of my happiest travel memories involve food – panini in Ancona Italy, strudel in Vienna, pad thai in Sukhothai Thailand, ginormous portions in the U.S. , and pumpkin curry in Hyderabad India (and then there’s kimchi in Seoul – not a happy memory) Here’s an exception:
Looks incredible, doesn’t it? It’s not like I’m suffering here as my wife just made me an incredibly delicious rum cake yesterday and we were discussing our lack of a bundt pan (of course, the French would never be without one).
Here’s the other side:
“Hotel St. Martin. In the heart of the Old City, 50M from the Cathedral.”
“Bonjour! Yesterday we had breakfast in Belgium, lunch in Luxembourg, and dinner in France (repulsive I couldn’t eat it). The day before we breakfast in England, lunch in France and dinner in Belgium (so amazing Turkish meze). Colmar is stunning for a place so unknown. Better than Strasbourg!”
That’s the great thing about Europe (other than there great – if overpriced – food) one can be in four different countries within an 8-hour drive. When we took the train across Canada, it took us days to just leave Ontario. So our nearby culinary travels are more limited – hey maybe Ottawa should have a BeaverTail postcard, Quebec poutine, etc.!