Wherever I go, good food finds me. Or I find good food. So much of where I travel is experienced by what I eat. My memories are filled with quality meals. The standout moments of a vacation revolve around a perfect glass of Shiraz…a messy cheeseburger combined with the beaming sun…one too many slices of carrot cake saying goodnight. I judge a destination not by its beaches or shopping but by the critics’ picks and restaurant scene. I choose carefully trying to avoid the tourist traps of tired and safe cuisines. I want the goods. Call me snobbish. Call me difficult. But if you find me at one of these choice destinations you will find me happy.
Travels up and down and all around – here’s a glimpse at some of the nibbles I’ve been lucky enough to savor.