“They sat with their backs to the industrial estate and let themselves get hungry.”
That’s a line from a story by Roddy Doyle that ran in The New Yorker a while back. I like it because it reminds me of how often – when you’re stuck somewhere boring on holiday – you spend so much of your time just waiting to be hungry again. Just so you have something to do, look forward to.
It’s also true of vibrant, revved-up foreign places that you love – having that nervy next-meal anticipation charge you through your day. (Having said that, it can just as easily jumpstart a few unwanted “where do you want to eat?” arguments between tired-out travellers.)
Tags: New Yorker, Roddy Doyle
i totally agree! and re: the grumpiness, this definitely happens to the poor ppl that i drag all over the show bcz i’m either a) looking for somewhere that i’ve heard/read abt or b) refusing to waste a meal by eating at some crappy place.
I love that you do A&B too! Even if it makes you totally unpopular with your friends, I think it is worth it in the end (as long as it doesn’t destroy any frail relationships, hehe). A wasted meal is so disappointing.
I love it when you plan a holiday and do the maths (six day stay = 3 x 6 potentially amazing meals) and get excited about what the number-crunching means!
exactly!! when yr at home you dont have the opportunity to eat out for every single meal so you totally have to make the most of this kind of thing when yr on holiday.