I like street food. I call street food any food you can buy from the street or sidewalk and you don’t have to go inside a building. I guess that qualifies as street feed. No, this does not mean sidewalk cafes where you could go inside a building. For me street food has to be bought at a place where there there isn’t a high probability of finding a nice Continue reading
This is a very important post. The reason why is that it shows what I call the four major food groups in the Rolling Okie Food Pyramid for Travel. They are chocolate, bread, cheese, and water. Okay there is no water there. But there is beer, an even better liquid but one which I do not promote. I think if you have those four items, think water, not beer, Continue reading
When I checked into the hotel in Algeciras Jose, the desk clerk, told me to go to the market on my way to the Maritime Terminal. I said I would and I headed that direction when I left the hotel. What I didn’t expect was a market with quite the vivacity of the market I found. It was a little overwhelming. Of course, I had to stop and pick up some Continue reading
Del Rancho has one of the best steak sandwiches I’ve ever eaten. I stopped in Tahlequah, OK to get one. It had been a long time since I had a Del Rancho Steak Sandwich. I’m not sure why other than my wife doesn’t ever respond positively when I bring them up as we’re having a conversation about food. Since I usually eat with her, if she doesn’t want to eat one that leaves me out in the cold. Only today, she wasn’t here and Del Rancho was. How was the sandwich? It was yummy.
I went out expecting to eat some fish ‘n chips from the local fish ‘n chips store but it had closed by the time I got there. I was disappointed. But I was on a street that had dozens of restaurants that were open and all I had to do was to do a little walking until I found the one I wanted. So I did. I wound up going into the Food Inn, which I surmised to be an Indian Restaurant once I got inside because of the menu and the fact that almost all the employees appeared to be of Indian descent. I ordered the Chicken Sizzler, which looked good in the picture on the menu. When it arrived it was sizzling. Really, really sizzling. It took almost 10 minutes for it to cool down enough so that I could eat it. They must have had the plate in a hot oven or something. Was it good? It was great. Plus, there was enough of it left over so that I could have the rest for breakfast in the morning.
After Carmen, Stina, and myself visited the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens we went back to Cape Town to find a restaurant for dinner. As we walked down the street Stina decided to enter the Timbuktu Restaurant. I’m not sure why she picked this restaurant. There was no menu outside and she could not see the restaurant as it was on the second floor of a large building. When we arrived at the restaurant they seated us on a very large balcony overlooking Long Street, one of the most active streets in downtown Cape Town. The balcony was decorated very… eclectically. The whole ritual of eating there was… different. I had the combo veggie plate. It was… delicious in an odd sort of way. It was a very unique experience. If you’re in Cape Town and want a different sort of place to eat, try it. The restaurant is across from the Purple Turtle, which is a hard to miss on Long Street.
Hippos. They are so cool. They just like to roll in the mud all day and play with other hippos. Life is good if you are a hippo in the Ngorongoro Crater. Or, at least it appeared to be so. It is said that this is a perfect place to come and view animals as they have something of a sheltered existence here. Food is plentiful for everyone, so if you’re a herbivore life is good until a carnivore starts scoping you out. Hippos are , generally, quite adept at staying healthy. They stick around in a group or go out for a little munching not far from the watering hole. Myself, carnivore or not, I wouldn’t go down into that watering hole with them for any amount of money.
I had finished my morning walk and I was headed back to the hostel, the only one on the journey that did not have a free breakfast, and I was looking for something to eat. I spied a corner stand where I started talking to one of the locals who was getting some food. He recommended the dish that you see here. It was a deep-fried roll with potato, meat and a hard boiled egg inside. It was pretty tasty and only cost $1 but the best part of it was the sauce that the lady put on the side. The sauce topped it off perfectly. I’m sometimes saddened by the fact that I find treats like these – wonderfully tasty eats at tremendous prices – and I may never get to have them again. I went back the next day, but I was too early. She hadn’t open up shop and I had to leave Guayaquil that day.
One of the things that separates American bus companies from South American companies is that the more upscale South American companies serve food and drink on the buses. Ormeno served me so many meals that I started to worry that I was going to put on weight. I don’t want to imply that they were good meals. But, they weren’t that bad.
They have lots of street food in South America. And in Europe, Africa and Asia. It’s one thing I miss when I’m home. There is some great street food in the world and we don’t have it in America. Granted, we have fast food joints, but it’s the surprise of never knowing what will show up around the corner to tantalize the taste buds that keeps me interested. I like the empandas. I can live without the churros.