Ever since I studied French in high school, I was indoctrinated into believing I had to make it to Paris.
Maybe it was good.
During my European backpacking trip, I was ecstatic to use that language in Brussels, Lyon and, of course, old Paris.
OK, if you have pizza in Italy, it’s supposed to be in southern Italy. I got mine in Venice, which is about as far north as most breezy, jetsetting tourists like me go.
And, let’s face it, what I got was decidedly influenced by the American conception of pizza, which, if you wanna be honest, is better anyway.
Still, boom, I did it.
Look, this photo is of a panini I bought in Florence, Italy. Yeah, I had pasta, too, but, well, Air Canada lost my bag, in which was my camera. I didn’t get it back until later in my trip.
I was also bitter and angry, so I cam home with very few photos and even less video. No, I have no photo of my eating pasta. I swear I did, though.
You’re supposed to eat dim sum in Los Angeles. If you’re going to do it, you have to do it at the Empress Pavillion in Chinatown. It looked a little fancy for my tastes, so I got mine to go and ate them in the parking lot. Authenticity is key; I don’t think the employees understood my words, as much my gestures.
I spent a semester studying in Tokyo, Japan. I tried my very best to explore all the depths of this very tasty nation, but surely I had my share of suhshi.
Check the video of all the eating I had there, but expect some sushi specific photos and video to follow soon.