Paris, Baja, Tokyo
I've had so many memorable meals it's hard to pick THE most memorable. That sounds like a cop-out, I know, but it's true! Some that come to mind are:
A quiet meal in a sidewalk cafe just under the Eiffel Tower in Paris with my sweet wife. It was just after dark and the Parisian monument was brightly lit and towering above us. The night air was cool and refreshing and there were beautiful, fresh-cut flowers at our table that lent a pleasant aroma to the occasion. Music was playing in the distance and there was no auto traffic on that street because of road construction, so the calm was a remarkable exception to most of the day playing tourist in the City of Lights. I don't remember what I ate, but the pleasure of the location and the chance to share it with my eternal companion made the experience extremely memorable.
Sitting watching the sunset in Rosarito, Baja California, eating tacos from a street vendor that cost $0.25 each just after a pleasant horse ride along the beach. The tacos tasted all the better for the setting, but would have been delicious anywhere with shredded beef, fresh lettuce and tomatoes, and lots of guacamole. Didn't drink the water, however!
The first time I ate sushi. It was in Tokyo at a little sushi restaurant in Shinjuku. I sat on the floor with my Japanese friends and they introduced me to about twelve varieties of sushi, some of which I immensely enjoyed, some of which I hope to never eat again!
Eating pizza at S'barro's at 2:00 in the morning in Times Square with my friend, Jeff. If it wasn't dark, you'd never know it was in the middle of the night, the Big Apple is so busy. We watched hustlers and hookers, musicians and actors, mimes and singers, all from a friendly stool with a couple pieces of pizza to munch on.
Take care / Dave, GotTheFevre@msn.com