Food in the US
Giant Food!
This wasn’t the first time I have visted the US – and yes I am well aware of the fact that it must look strange that I was ordering food rather than serving it, cos there were a SHITLOAD of Mexicans serving and cooking and doing everything else that Americans don’t want to do in New York City. Therefore I was also well aware of the giant portions of food, and I was absolutely prepared to eat anything and everything cos this shit just doesn’t exist in France!
Did you think these were Calamari Rings? Well, they’re not – they’re the biggest effing Onion Rings I’ve ever seen. They had more batter than onions, and even the onion. You could probably squeeze out 50mls of oil out of it. Don’t get me wrong, I say all this, but I freaken LOVED this shit – there’s no Burger King in France so I’ve got no access to this at all.
A LOT of hamburger dishes in the US were served with pickles. WTF were they supposed to do? Cos it was already difficult to wash down a lot of the food with Coke, was it supposed to be an appetiser? I tried to eat it while I ate the burger, and it just doesn’t suit. It was yuck. The buger was alright though, not worth the price but I wasn’t paying.
This food came from the food court in Ellis Island (basically there was no choice of food – everything was fried and cost a blodoy fortune). Lucky for me, I wasn’t paying, but coming from a country where the closest dish to this fat content would be frying a block of butter and pouring it over ham and cheese croissant.
I think it’s called soul food, cos of the corn bread. That was a bit confusing eating something sweet with something savoury. Bug again, can’t complain cos this stuff was NOICE!!! Served by mexicans too … I think when they saw me, they were even a bit annoyed … I felt akward being served by them too … I even felt like I could understand Spanish (I fucking can’t).
I was NOT going to leave the US until I had Dunkin Donuts (served by Indian guys). That was sooo wierd, the cashier was yelling at his subordinate (Just go get him the ice coffee – hurry up!!!). I had a strong feeling it had to do with skin colour, he was a little lighter than the other guy.
I have been warned, WARNED I tells you, of eating hotdogs in NYC – but I’ve heard that the best come from Gray’s Papayas. You gotta try two hotdogs with a papaya shake. It’s a wierd combination, but it seems to work. Cheap too – totally my kind of meal.
But if you want the pure bacteria infested hotdog experience, go to any vendor near Central Park – and you can have one of these chilli and cheese hot dogs. I could feel my stomach protesting … I mean, they’re a hundred times worse than the kebabs you get in a dodgy areas of Sydney. It does the job though, but fark … ring burn.
And of course the famous New York Pretzel … what can I say? I got my US experience, that’s what I wanted and that’w what I got – I spent $100 US on fastfood in a space of 10 days and I gained 6 kilos as a result. Two weeks later and I still haven’t lost it.
