As you may remember from my piece in the Summer issue of The Cone (if you haven’t read it - check it
out), the particular way that I travel doesn’t always allow me to dine at some of the finer restaurants in the
place I may be visiting. This however hasn’t stopped me from experiencing some great meals with a little more
down-to-earth local vibe. They weren't all home runs, mind you. There was this little restaurant in Barcelona
near the Estacio Sants that I tried while waiting to board a train to Valencia. I ordered the roast chicken. It was
overcooked and tough and I swear there was gizzard grit mixed in. Gross. That said here are the most
memorable joints I've eaten at in the world so far:
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Photo by Christian Razukas, via Wikimedia Commons
Moco Loco at Hana Bay. My buddy Winston and I decided to drive the Hana Highway. When we
arrived at Hana Bay, we were feeling peckish so we went to a little food shack. We ordered the moco
loco - which is basically a plate of rice topped with a hamburger patty and fried egg and smothered
in gravy. The guy at window said they only had enough for one plate, so Winston and said we'd split
it. What came out was still pretty substantially and filled both of us up. What made it so memorable
was not the food itself (although I still have the sensory memory of that dish even as I write this),
but the fact that while we ate, we looked out at the cerulean sky, the palm trees swaying in the
breeze, the waves crashing against the rocks. Can't beat that kind of ambiance.
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