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The strangest location you have ever had a meal at/in and what was it?

Like the top of Everest or in a cave or in a tree.
I'll start: While living on a sail boat in S. France as a kid, every couple of months some of the ships from the US Sixth fleet would anchor just off the fishing village where we were moored. Golfe Juan). They'd send hundreds and hundreds of young men on 'shore leave' into the poor village. These men were ferried ashore by Liberty boats. A day or so before the fleet arrived about a dozen whore houses masquerading as 'bars' would open up and dozens and dozens of hookers would arrive by train coming from the last location the fleet was visiting. After a few days the fleet would move on along the coast and the temporary bars would close their doors and the hookers would board the train and meet the fleet a hundred miles up or down the coast. Anyway. That's a different subject. Because I was a Canadian and could speak 'English' I used to hang around with some of the sailors. I was even allowed to hang around in the 'bars' and the sailors and I were happy to speak 'English'. They would buy me Cokes. I got to know a few of these guys because they'd show up every couple of months. My parents would have some of them come to our sail boat for lunch/dinners. I was sort of a 'little brother' to them I guess. One time a couple of these men asked their officer/s if I could visit their ship and see what it was like. Permission was granted. I went out by liberty boat to the USS Trout. A submarine. The plan was I'd have lunch, get a tour of the ship given not by my sailor friends but some one who was trained to give tours then take a liberty boat back ashore. Just after I went aboard one of the famous 'mistral' wind storms hit. The waves got so high that the order was given to submerge below the surface. There I was in a US submarine under the water. We stayed submerged for three days. I ended up having the run of the ship. No supervision. I scrambled all over the ship from the conning tower to the engine room. Some one found a sailers cap for me. I can't remember what the meals where but I always had seconds. (My parents knew where I was and that I was safe of course) After a few days we surfaced. Some one gave me a deck of cards and an ash tray with USS TROUT on them and a carton of Pall Malls and a box of Mars bars as I left.

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  1. A few years ago I was in Los Roques Archipelago, Venezuela going skin diving by boat. Out in the middle of the ocean was a place where it was very shallow. There were a small group of buildings on stilts. No land to be seen. You stopped by in the morning placed your order for fish or lobster, and came back in the afternoon. They would go out and fish fresh for you, then cook it. Very simple but tasty.

    But the most memorable meal I ever had was this: http://www.slashfood.com/2007/01/06/w...

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      1. re: JMF

        This reminds me of the time a few years ago when I was on a dive boat perhas two or three hours outside of Juneau, Alaska. We were anchored in a straight in an uninhabited area (well, there were grizzly bears if you went on land..). anyway, a couple of teenage boys, perhaps 16 yrs old, in a small motor boat came up to our boat and asked to talk to the Cpt. Turns out they had been fishing in one of the kids father's boat, had caught a huge halibut, but had forgotten to put gas in the tank before taking the boat, had no radio and were out of gas in more or less the middle of nowhere, and were quite worried about the trouble they'd be in when they didn't show up on time (not to mention the trouble they'd be in if they had to spend the night somewhere and wait for a search party...). And of course they had no money to buy gas, not that there were any nearby towns to buy it...Would the Cpt. possibly be willing to 'lend' them a tank's worth of gas?

        Our Cpt look one look at the beautiful halibut in the boat, got a sly smile on his face, and said he was sure we could arrange a trade. That night, all 20 or so passengers and 10 or so crew had a delicious dinner of just caught halibut and I presume the two kids got home safely, with hopefully a bit more maturity for the experience....

          1. re: susancinsf

            Great story! The kind that comes around on Chowhound only once in a while. Thank you Susan.

        1. Down at Seven Mile Hole (Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone River) in Yellowstone National Park. Fished for Cutthroat Trout - successfully - pan fried - with sliced potatoes/onions on the side. Wonderful meal in one of the most gorgeous places in North America. Strange because of the sulfur (rotten egg) smell from all of the thermal features all around. From steam vents, to fumaroles, to hot pots, and hot springs. Strange but beautiful.

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          1. re: Maggie19

            I wonder if anyone has ever cooked in those thermal features. Geyser trout?

            1. re: chowser

              Back in the early 50s my Dad heated my brother's bottle in one. I don't think they let people get that close any more!

              1. re: Jeri L

                I love that it was your dad who did it, in the 50's.

              2. re: chowser

                Very common in some of the thermal parks in SE Asia to find folks boiling eggs in the pools.

            2. I was stationed at Tan Son Nhut AFB Saigon in 1967-1968 and ate many wonderful meals at a Vietnamese run "cafe" that was located on the base. Probably, more than half the time I ordered what would these days be touted as "Heritage" pork chops. Thick and fatty, these chops looked more like beef than pork. I doubt these lunches cost more than 2 or 3 dollars. These days, I occasionally get Berkshire chops at $15 per pound and they aren't as good. Anyway, the strange thing about this cafe was that it was located on the edge of the mortuary property and the usual view was caskets and/or body bags. A lot of my friends refused to eat there for this reason. They said the smell of death was in the air. I believe what was in the air at times was the smell of formaldahyde. For this reason, I always checked the windage before ordering. So there it is; not very romantic, but pretty darned strange.

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              1. re: grampart

                Ever watched 'Fried Green Tomatoes'?

                1. re: Puffin3

                  Once, when it came out, but I can't make a connection.

                    1. re: JMF

                      Oops, got confused with Steel Magnolias. Never saw Fried Green Tomatoes. What is the connection?

                      1. re: grampart

                        The restaurant in the movie was serving a human being to a customer and the customer thought the 'ribs' were delicious. LOL Maybe the restaurant you eat at was serving dead humans dug up from the graveyard. LOL That's the connection.

                2. Probably the Treehouse Restaurant at Alnwick Garden.


                  Food was pretty good as well.

                  1. Interesting thread!
                    Ok, let's see:
                    Spending a week in the Grand Canyon and having a wonderful cook-out every night on one of the beaches.

                    Lunch on a houseboat on the River Kwai in Thailand

                    Lunch in the Anavilhanas/Brazil on a boat

                    BBQ on a Russian spy ship ( The Vavilov) in Antarctica out in the open in full Winter gear.

                    Thanksgiving Dinner at Erg Chebbi in the Sahara desert. The Turkey was served with head still attached!!

                    Dinner/Camel Stew shared in a mess tent at a total Solar Eclipse in the Libyan Sahara.

                    One of the most supreme BBQs ever, at Sossusvlei in Namibia. The choice of meats ranked from different types of Antelopes to Zebra, also Crocodile. It was incredibly delicious!!

                    Spending several days in the base camp of Mt Everest in Tibet, dinner at the mess tent.

                    Fresh seafood truly straight out of the waters in Iceland on a Puffin cruise, most delicious Urchins and Scallops, YUM!!

                    We bought some Harzer Roller ( specialty German Cheese) at the Market in Torgau/ Elbe. (Torgau was the first contact point during WW2 of Russian and American Army) We also picked up some fresh rolls somewhere, we had Coffee along in a Thermos. Now one of us had a Scissor!!, but no knife. So we sat somewhere in a forest, ate Harzer Roller on a Brötchen cut up with a scissor. Unforgettable!! One has to know that both of us loved this cheese growing up and hadn't eaten in in many, many years.

                    Ok I could go on here for a while....

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                    1. re: RUK

                      So "go on". You certainly have been around. How did you find yourself on a Russian spy ship? Did you know at the time it was a spy ship?

                      1. re: Puffin3

                        regarding the Russian ship -
                        no, we had simply booked the Antarctica trip and we knew we were not boarding a typical large cruise ship, but rather a much smaller Russian research vessel with a Russian crew. It turns out the Academik Sergey Vavilov was indeed ( along with her sister ship the Academik Ioffe) a scientific research ship owned by the Soviet Academy of Science, but we learned later that it was classified by NATO as a Spy ship. The ship was equipped with all sorts of fancy Sonar equipment, which was of course now used to detect Whales. And the ship was certainly comfortable enough - as it was refurbished now to take tourists to Antarctica.

                        We found out later that after our great trip this Ship was chased 8000 miles across the Atlantic by some German creditors as there were some outstanding bills to be paid to the Academy for the refurbishment.

                    2. During the snowpocalypse of 2010, I was trapped in my car.. on the road.. but stuck in traffic (..well traffic due to bad-conditions). I ended up eating an emergency kit that a sibling had in the car (from when it was his).... it contained chocolate and sardines. mMMMmmm.. right.

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                      1. re: GraceW

                        You were on LSD in Chicago, right? :)

                      2. one of my best meals ever was cheese fondue while snowshoeing in the swiss alps. near the end of the trek, our guide sat us all down, built a fire, and pulled out wine, garlic, cheese, and a few other ingredients from his pack. he made the most delicious cheese sauce i have ever had, and then provided us all with fresh bread to dip. unexpected, different, and amazing!

                        1. most recently in high arctic, minke whale on the bbq in front of a glacier. two days in a row on the same boat to different places.

                          instant noodle soup by the fire (which was also 'central heating') surrounded by staring monks. it was sooooo cold and dizzying at almost 5000m altitude. the only light was the open fire. (at Rongbuk monastery in 2006). i've never been so cold, not even in Antarctica.

                          not a strange place to eat but the surrounding was simply spectacular: christmas dinner and a bbq on the ship in Antarctica. so much meat both times! (2009)

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                          1. re: Pata_Negra

                            Sounds like we have been at the same locations!! We were also at the Rongbuk monastery!! And that place IS freezing! Are the monks still asking for a picture of the Dalai Lama? We were there in 1996 and they were always asking then!

                            1. re: Pata_Negra

                              For ten bucks how did the Minke whale get it's name? I believe I know. No fair 'googling.

                              1. re: Puffin3

                                Do tell, I don't know it! :-)

                                1. re: Puffin3

                                  from "minkehval" in Norwegian.
                                  i hope to try other species of whales in Greenland in the near future. i've heard they all taste different. however i still like seal more...

                                  eating spaghetti mixed with coca leaves in a leaky tent in the pouring rain on the Inca trail.

                                  1. re: Pata_Negra

                                    Yup. Named a fter a young whaler who kept misidentifing ' Right' whales so often the whalers started calling it a 'Minke' whale.

                                    1. re: Pata_Negra

                                      Interesting Spaghetti!

                                      Regarding the different species of Whales in Greenland - I wouldn't know about the West coast of Greenland, but if you were to visit the South East /Angmassalik and Kulusuk, you would surely get to eat the most wonderful fresh fish and the best of Danish cooking, but I would think you would have a better chance in Iceland to taste different Whales. There is simply no restaurant in that area of Greenland except for the hotel in each place and they are run by the same family. I did not see Whale on the menu when we were visiting last Summer.
                                      But as I said I am not sure about the West coast.

                                2. Thought of another interesting place which seems to fit into this thread. You really need to read the signs in my pics!

                                  In retrospect - they were not kidding!! If you walked around in that part of town after 5 pm, you got some really bad looks, prompting you to put some speed into your step.

                                  1. I have eaten meals at an altitude of 4500 m. I wouldn't recommend it from a culinary perspective.

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                                    1. re: tastesgoodwhatisit

                                      back when I was a professionally licensed wilderness guide and mountain climber I had many a bad meal at altitude. It's just so hard to cook up at any real height.

                                      1. re: tastesgoodwhatisit

                                        Bah, our cook made us the best ever garlic and potato soup with fresh croutons at Kibo camp, 4700 m. Seriously, the food was fantastic.

                                        1. re: Nudibranch

                                          Sure, but that was with the support of a luxury safari camp.

                                          1. re: JMF

                                            Well, "luxury" as in the tents and equipment were carried. The camping stuff wasn't any different than what I own at home, and what I own certainly isn't high-end (so not like a safari "tented camp", just normal 2-person tents and thin air mattresses). But yes, guide and staff to carry everything except our clothes and personal stuff, and the best cook on the mountain :)

                                      2. On a private motu/island out in the middle of French Polynesia..
                                        Ate fresh Ahi, hinano beers and Poisson cru..
                                        Had to snorkle to get there..black tip sharks everywhere but man, was it worth it!

                                        1. Well it was pretty normal at first. I was having lunch while in Cuzco, Peru(it was a high school trip in 2007 I believe). There was a university protest going on (apparently their university was in danger of closing down) and of course I thought it would be fun to have lunch right in the middle of it. A few minutes later and lucky me, tear gas was thrown everywhere by the riot police and men with shields would come storming in. :( There was actually a small fire set right by the church. Most of the tourists had run back inside to take shelter but I wanted to stay and take pictures. My friends were freaking out during this time since I insisted on staying for this rare photo opportunity. None of us were hurt at the end and the riot police even let me take a picture with them. :D While I lost my lunch in the chaos, I got some pretty dramatic photos. Oohh...and there was this time when we had a party at this place and the police interrupted since some of the people who worked there were part of a prostitute and drug ring. This was for a sweet 16 but the NYPD was nice enough to let us finish the party.

                                          1. Puffin3 - great idea for a thread. My thoughts keep turning to your story. What a grand adventure for a boy! What did you do with a carton of Pall Malls?

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                                            1. re: meatn3

                                              I can't remember. Neither of my parents smoked so they probsbly were given to some fisherman. I did keep the Mars bars although I had to share them with my sister and my parents. My mother 'had custody' of the bars and once in a while for a treat after diner she would cut up a bar into four equal parts.

                                              1. re: Puffin3

                                                I looked up the USS Trout. It had an interesting history. In case you're interested.


                                                There is no way that foreign civilians are visiting US Navy submarines these days in the manner that you did. The boats today mostly stay submerged for their entire deployments. I had a college buddy who spent three years on a ballistic missile submarine (a 'boomer'). The funny thing is, this is the guy was 6'5" tall. I remember him talking about how the food was great and he gained a lot of weight every time he went out.

                                            2. Paleface Park outside Austin, Tx on the Pedernales River, in the late 70's, everyone totally nekkid, the meal of choice was campfire baked potato with velveeta and lots of butter, washed down with copious amounts of Lone Star Beer, herbs, and other mind altering things.

                                              1. In a small town in Finland when my son was 2, we found a little playground to have our picnic for lunch. He was having a great time running around and we were in the middle of our lunch when a lady came over and stood there looking at us. I suddenly realized that we were not in a playground but in someone's backyard! I was mortified, used all the little Finnish I possessed to apologize and we ran out of there. Finns are not known for their sense of humor. I am sure she is still telling the story of the crazy American who picnicked in her backyard.

                                                1. The year I lived in Ireland, I knew a vegetarian girl from Taiwan who had lived for a few years in the US and really wanted to throw a Thanksgiving meal. So that year, in a rural Irish town I had Thanksgiving prepared by a vegetarian from Taiwan that included mash-up dishes like cabbage and potato fried rice. A truly delightful and memorable experience.

                                                  1. In 1982 I was staying at the Palmer House Towers in Chicago and had ordered a steak dinner from room service for 8:30 PM. I was in the concierge's lounge having a predinner drink and expected to go to my room at 8:25 and be set for dinner.
                                                    As I headed out of the lounge the concierge stopped me and informed me that there was an electricl problem in the corridor between the lounge and my room and it ws blocked off by the fire department for safety reasons. I explained that I had ordered a steak dinner from room service for 8:30 delivery. The concierge called the kitchen and was told that my donner was on the way up in one of the 'kitchen on board' elevators (they actually did some cooking in the elevators).
                                                    I was ushered to the service corridor and the elevator arrived. A rolling table with white lnen and a server were waiting for me and a chair set up for my use. The Palmer House knew I wanted to dine at 8:30, and they held that elevator at the tower floor for my use as a private dining room.

                                                    1. Several years ago we were on an extended scuba trip in eastern Indonesia area called Raja Ampat.
                                                      To get on some land for a break, we visited a small island where a local family lived. After some discussion by our local dive masters, there would be a evening bbq with boat food and local island food.
                                                      We expected fish.
                                                      No, we were treated to the local delicacy; large fruit bats, roasting on the barbie spit. I declined, but the wife took it for the team. Once she got the shinged hide off she likened it to industrial grade jerky!

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                                                      1. re: subal

                                                        I saw quite a few roasted large (presumably fruit) bats in the market in Sulawesi, so I suspect they aren't unusual elsewhere in Indonesia either. We didn't try them, but I was curious about the wings, which were still attached: the wings didn't really look edible, and I was trying to figure out why they left them on: perhaps for a bit of a more dramatic look or to distinguish them from rats, which were also being sold? or could one chew on them? I did think of jerky when I saw the bats.

                                                      2. Probably on a beach on the river that separates Mexico from Guatemala in the jungle. Got a photo of myself waist-deep in quicksand on the beach wearing the top part of a pineapple as a hat. It was on the Guatemala side of the river so technically I was an illegal immigrant for a few hours.

                                                        Mostly we ate Mexican cheese and fresh fruit.

                                                        1. In the '80's I was rafting on the Watut in PNG, We stopped for a simple lunch of dry sausage, crackers, cheese and Vegemite on a sliver of sandy beach. Everyone was drenched from the rapids. The stop was brief so no one removed their orange life vests. After eating a few bites I looked up to see that everyone's life vest was covered with dozens of butterflies of every size and color imaginable sipping water from the material! Many meandered to our arms and face and licked the sweat away. The butterflies were so intent on their meal that our activities didn't bother them in the least. Not sure if it was my strangest meal, but it was magical!

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                                                          1. re: meatn3

                                                            How incredibly beautiful that must have been!!!

                                                            1. re: meatn3

                                                              lol...at least you had fish to eat!!! When I was in college I took an overnight bicycle trip with a couple of friends to a lake about 30 or 40 miles away. The guys promised me that they would catch fish for dinner (I am no fisherperson, although I certainly will clean a trout if its caught for me...). Since we were on bikes with no backup van, we wanted to keep the weight as low as possible. So the only food we bought was some oranges, peanut butter, and crackers, along with a few packets of instant oatmeal for breakfast. So you got it, the guys didn't catch a single fish. Furthermore, we kept biking around the lake looking for good fishing spots. Finally I insisted on eating something before we went looking for our campground for the night. Dinner was peanut butter and crackers, with oranges for desert - on a bicycle perched somewhere on the shore of Lake Berryessa in Northern California. I guess I've had worse:-) VERY IMPORTANT EDIT: Sorry, my computer is doing weird things...this story was meant to be posted below the ones about the sushi in Belize downthread a bit....hence the reference to fish! Just can't get the fingers to work right!

                                                            2. As a camp counselor, I ate many a meal in a canoe on river trips in northern Wisconsin - Namekagon & St. Croix rivers.

                                                              They were definitely not gourmet affairs. But always delicious - because almost anything is delicious when you've been canoeing for hours.

                                                              1. Several years ago, I was dating a man who (like me) enjoyed sailing. We rented a boat that we could sail ourselves in Belize and knowing he wanted would be fishing, I packed everything needed for sushi: rice, vinegar, soy, wasabi, etc...

                                                                While there, we made friends with some locals who came out on their boats and tied up to ours. All the guys were fishing together and the locals were fileting up the freshly-caught fish. They were making ceviche while I was making maki. They were laughing at "this crazy white woman" who was happy to just eat the raw fish as sashimi as it was being cut up.

                                                                The best part was that these locals had NEVER tasted their own fish prepared as maki, with the seaweed and everything. I taught them what I was doing to prepare the rice for sushi and how I was rolling up the fish inside the leaves of nori. As soon as we returned from the trip, I had to send a care package of ingredients for them so they could make it for themselves.

                                                                Having eaten at Urasawa and enjoyed some truly amazing sushi in my life, that experience in Belize is still the best-tasting sushi I have ever had.

                                                                1. Back in '87 during a border patrol in the old West Germany, our Bundesgrenzschutz escort and his daughter brought my buddy and I a nice picnic lunch as we overwatched an empty Czech "border town" populated with fake people, complete with recorded animal and car noises. They brought us a basket filled with cold wurst, cheese, fruit, and bread. It was also the first time I had ever had Nutella (I still love that stuff).

                                                                  We passed the day performing radio checks, smoking cigarettes, counted the times the animal/people/car noise tape looped, played cards with our escort's daughter, and showed her how to glare menacingly at the Czech Border Patrol thugs until we returned to Camp May later that evening.

                                                                  All in all it was a fun day, considering our surroundings.

                                                                  1. I once ate at a Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant in Dryden, Ontario.

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                                                                    1. re: John E.

                                                                      Now THAT'S a crazy experience! LOL

                                                                    2. Probably the best lunch of my life. August or September, 1957. We were living in Adana, Turkey. The day before had been 130F on the flight line at Incirlik Air Force Base, where my husband worked. We chartered a driver for the day. The only instruction: Take us someplace COOL! He did. Up into the Taurus Mountains, to a riverside outdoor cafe in the Cilician Gates. We feasted on plump, juicy, charcoal broiled chicken, salad, raki and Kavaklidere wine to wash it all down, with killer baklava and Turkish coffee for dessert.

                                                                      The restaurant had no doors or windows. It was a group of tables and chairs on a sandbar beside the river. A tall wall of stone rose up along the opposite side of the river, and about 20 or 30 feet above ground level all sorts of graffiti had been carved into the stone in ancient Greek, undoubtedly the equivalent of "Kilroy was here." I was told the graffiti was the work of Alexander the Great's army, done when they widened the gates so the army could pass through more easily. I naively commented, "Wow, they must have had some tall ladders with them!" "Not really," was the reply, "but that's about the level our table would have been two thousand three hundred years ago before the river cut down to this level." I stared in awe. Oh, and lunch was fantastic!

                                                                      1. Was on a live aboard cruise to Komodo. The 'cruise boat' in question was an old diesel clunker that was under repair on the water during most of our 5 days. Nonetheless, the crew and 2dozen passengers made for great company. Our only major grievance was that every day, 3 times a day, it was chicken curry. I began conspiring with friends. We are on a boat in Indonesia. Surely we can score some fresh fish!

                                                                        I think it was just after seeing the Komodo dragons up close and personal that we got our wish. Amidst choppy seas, a canoe approached our cruiser. It was no wider than a man's shoe. Inside the canoe were three local boys, the oldest about 12, and fish, fish, fish completely filling the hull! I asked if they were selling.

                                                                        Our captain shrewdly negotiated a price that bought up their entire bounty. The ship cook grudgingly changed his meal plan to fish (wait for it) curry. But just before he started chopping those heads, he was nice enough to fillet a few sashimi cuts for me. The freshest I've ever had, no doubt!

                                                                        Epilogue: As we enjoyed the change of menu that evening, one of the passengers made a point. We had helped to violate at least several local and international laws: child labor, fishing in UNESCO protected waters, unregulated commerce... Ah well. Food always tastes better when it's illegal.

                                                                        1. In 1970 in a shrimp factory on a tiny island called Meloy off the coast of northern Norway. I was on my way to an even tinier island where my Grandfather was born. The small boat delivered me to Meloy in the early evening. There were no hotels or pensions. Someone rescued me and said I could sleep in the shrimp factory. There were a lot of teenagers working and living there in the summer and they were eager to practice their English. They made coffee and pulled meats, cheeses, knackbrod, lefsa, fish, and cakes out of their care packages and we all had the most convivial meal.

                                                                          I had to get up at 5:00 am to go on the milk boat. I spent the whole day delivering milk to all the small islands. For the first time I had a bout of seasickness. The milk man kept trying to feed me gjetost (strong goat cheese) and those were also memorable meals in a different way.

                                                                          1. I did not exactly have a meal but…
                                                                            In a Buddhist temple in Chiang Mai we visited, Thailand, a woman was cooking rice in the back of the room. The fragrant smell of cooked Thai rice filled the temple.
                                                                            First I thought it was incongruous and perhaps a bit irreverential.
                                                                            Then it actually started to feel … right. If we believe in the existence of a creator, regardless of the religion, one of the things that should most remind us of His/Her/Its grace is our sustenance.

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                                                                            1. re: Parigi

                                                                              Oh my, you just brought back a memory. I remember visiting a Buddhist temple in Chiang Mai back when I was maybe around 8 years old. The monks were breaking for lunch and usually, visitors wouldn't be invited to partake, but for some reason, we were that day (I truly don't remember why and it certainly never happened any other time we visited). The food in the temple was donated and nothing out of the ordinary, but there was one fish dish that haunts me to this day. It was, IIRC, a lightly fried pomfret with spicy soy sauce - not sure what else was in it. I've since asked my mom and aunt, who were there, if they remembered the dish, but they have no idea what I'm talking about.

                                                                              Now everytime I see something on a menu that could fit the description, I order it. And I've even tried making it at home. But it never recaptures that amazing taste that lingers in the back of my mouth.

                                                                              1. re: raebmv

                                                                                Deep-fried pomfret is a classic Thai dish. You should be able to find it in good Thai eateries. -- Now I'm hungry in the middle of the night in Paris !

                                                                                1. re: Parigi

                                                                                  Believe me, I've ordered it time and time again all over Thailand and Malaysia (where I grew up). It's just never the same. Something about that temple...

                                                                                  1. re: raebmv

                                                                                    How tragic. Have you considered becoming a monk/nun? :-)

                                                                            2. TPN in the local ICU.
                                                                              Not as fun or as interesting as the rest of the stories in this thread. Saved my life so it gets kudos though!

                                                                              1. One year our Christmas party was at a location called a "Chateau" just near the US border near Hemmingford. It was a hotel that was almost closing. The waiters were dressed in medieval ware, the food was a turkey buffet, and the table had automated elfs singing Christmas songs. Need I say more? It is now closed.

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