By: Sean [2005-09-13]

Dining Out, Here and There

A dispatch from the Fatherland.

It's 22:13 and I'm at the cafe. My cafe. Writing this now. Brandy in hand, candle on table. Windows open onto the buzzing avenue outside. Hemmingway had his cafe and I have mine. I am so Lost Generation you fuckers can't even believe how... how...

OK, I'm not going to lie to you. I don't really "have a cafe." I don't even like the cafes. I avoid European cafes for the following: €3.50 coffee, and horrible euro-pop dance music. Usually I'm at home eating instant Kartoffelpuree in my underwear. Papa never mentioned the dance remix of "Country Road" blaring in the background of A Movable Feast, and I doubt he'd have taken it with him if it were. I came here for cake.

Last week I went back to the US for the first time in two years. Work sent me, but for me, it was all about the food.

I wish I could tell you guys it was good food. I wish I could say I needed a t-bone steak and that nowhere does steak like the US. I wish I could say I needed a tumbler of bourbon and a puff of rich Virgina tobacco. I wish I could somehow convince you guys I'm classy. I wish I could say that as I was driving north from LAX on the 405 I didn't suddenly cross five lanes of freeway traffic in a dangerous tire-squealing maneuver to the off-ramp the instant I saw the giant Taco Bell sign.

I'm not proud. I'm not proud and I don't want to hear about it. Every Grilled Stuff'd Burrito that you don't eat is another one in the world for me. That was my week. Taco Bell. Jack in the Box. Quizno's. Carl's Jr. Domino's. I've been telling myself it's not the food. I've been telling myself it's the nostalgia. Please agree with me; I need this. I need to believe it's the memories of coming home at 3 a.m. and Jack in the Box being the only thing open. I need to believe that living in a land where I can get unpasteurized Brin d'Amour, Mimolette and Petite Chévre, the Western Crispy Chicken Sandwich does not qualify somewhere in my mind as "good food."

But you know what? It wasn't the same anyway. They say the portions in the US are larger. Coming to Germany for the first time and seeing them slam down a massive platter of schnitzel, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes in front of me, I quickly decided that that little rumor was crap. Another made-up Americanism that gets repeated because it sounds believable, like how we cut up all the food on the plate then throw the knife away before taking the first bite. But something was wrong. Meals — old favorites — that I use to put away with the greatest of ease were suddenly too much. I tried, but on more than a few occasions throughout the week I just couldn't finish. I thought maybe I was sick. I thought maybe I was jet-lagged. I thought maybe cats were dogs and everyone turned gay and this was Bizarro Land because surely that was more likely than me being unable to finish the number six.

When my European co-workers used to return from the US and claim that after a week or two of US-sized portions they were suddenly hungrier than ever all the time, I thought they were just buying into some stereotype about the US that they wanted to believe. I thought their hunger was psychosomatic. I thought they wanted some segue into discussing yet again how Jesus the portions are just so damn huge in the US. But now I'll be damned if I'm not hungry all freakin' day lately. I get breakfast on my way to work, and by lunch time it's as though my stomach is digesting itself.  I'll get an early dinner right after work and by 10 p.m. it's as though I never ate.

If the cause of this was a week-long stroll through the fast food-filled Southern California strip mall of Memory Lane, then it stands to reason that the solution is a week of portions small enough to make my stomach digest itself back down to having reasonable expectations. And I will. Soon. But for now, I came to shit all over the cafe's tables1.

1 You thought I was going to say I came for cake, but I saved it from having a formulaic zinger.

Huzzah! [2005-09-13 00:27:49] GCG
A return to form!
Foodstuffs [2005-09-13 04:32:45] König Prüß, GfbAEV
It's funny that you'd miss tacos! I had so much of Mexico that I was getting allergic to tortillas, but it's nice being able to pick your own mangos, coconuts, and pineapples. I guess what to eat for me in LA would be Pacific crabs, Pismo clams, and the Mexicali Chilibarb. Around here, it's Blue Crabs, Bluepoint oysters, and bbq ribs. They now have Tillamook cheese here!
Ah fast food... [2005-09-13 05:35:46] Hatless Jack
The food is utter crap, but damned if you can't beat the portions!
Unfortunately, the cause of your problem isn't your stomach remembering the good ol' days of down home American eatering, but rather the happy go-lucky-residue of American brand hormones that's currently snuggling happily in your body tissues. You've got to remember, some hormones Americans deem 'fit for human consumption' would break thirty or so international treaties if they somehow came within ten meters of a European cow. You just spent a week gorging on the cheapest of the cheap meat, and it's going to take a while for that crap to work its way out of your system.

Also: I'm fairly certain European law requires you to piss in a big jar for the next few weeks until you can dispose of those hazardous materials properly. Sort of like old anti-freeze or spent lithium batteries.
Oh! and... [2005-09-13 08:18:15] König Prüß, GfbAEV
say "Hi!" to Heino for me!
foodie [2005-09-13 13:06:38] posthumous
You'll have to quarantine your excrement for 6 months.

Hatless Jack is so wise. I want to hear about his calculators!

I imagine that Mexican food is what I would crave the most if I were in Europe. Not Taco Bleagh but REAL Mexican food. Actually, it's not really Mexican, either. Real Mexican food would probably make me lose my cookies. But it's better than Taco Bell. Sheesh. Go to a place that says "Mexicali" or "Fresco Tortilla Grill". Or go to Burritoville. Yuppies know how to eat, I tell ya!
hmmm [2005-09-13 13:08:12] posthumous
due to some grammatical ineptness, I think I just said that puke is better than Taco Bell. Ah, what the Hell. I'll go with it!
Meican Food, Heino [2005-09-13 16:04:49] Sean
K of P: Heino just retired recently! He did it for his wife who has heart problems. I'll miss watching "Hallo, Heino!" on Sundays.

p: I do miss Mexican food most of all. I made sure to get in some real Mexican at a restaurant run by real Mexicans while I was there.
I feel so sorry for you [2005-09-13 16:20:01] Andrew
Being out of the country for so long you've missed so many limited time offers at fast food resturants. offers you just will not get back. Sure, sure you've seen the majisty of the old world, but that'll be around for ever the western baccon guacamole six dollar burger has come and gone and like the carne asada chicken gordita it shant soon return...I trully trully pitty you. I wonder what its like to have never tasted the orental Sante-fe chicken salad.... I suppose its like being color blind...only more like taste blind taste blind to food that'll never come again.
Not So Hard [2005-09-13 19:04:48] posthumous
"a restaurant run by real Mexicans"

I'm not sure where in the U.S. you were, but that statment describes just about every restaurant in the Mid-Atlantic states.
Chinese [2005-09-13 19:54:00] König Prüß, GfbAEV
Even the Chinese restaurants are run by latinos! Somehow, they've managed to get egg foo yung to look like a taco!
Real Mexicans [2005-09-13 20:25:52] Sean
I guess I meant "not Chevy's or its ilk."
greb [2005-09-13 21:32:11] Vicarious
I could use some vegetarian tacos right now. I have a mean hunger on.
Mexican dive [2005-09-13 21:55:10] Hatless Jack
The burrito de lengua has always been my litmus test for "real Mexican". Any restaurant can serve you flavored beef, but it takes cojones to serve you tongue. Never ever, ever, order the burrito con los huevos y cojones, though.
Burrito [2005-09-13 22:37:58] König Prüß, GfbAEV
or the burrito made with real burro
Real Mexican food [2005-09-13 23:37:34] Jim
is just an excuse to drink, by yourself, an entire pitcher of Mexican beer. Real Mexican beer which is not in fact that great, and is probably made in Canada, just like Japanese beer.
Booo [2005-09-14 14:28:27] Antwan
What the hell is this shit? Where is Zirealism?
entitlement [2005-09-14 17:40:46] posthumous
you'll get your Zirealism on Sunday, just like everybody else.
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