- On the way home from NY to DC, I ate Popeyes in the 10-minute break alloted for the Vamoose bus rest stop break. While in line, the cashier seemed slightly off, and I almost didn't make it to the bus in time. He called my two piece dark meat meal a snacker and the lady behind me and I agreed that the biscuit never makes it to the cashier...some food for thought with us Type A eaters.
- Airport dining is quite fun (in it's own right!) I ate grilled chicken at Fuddrucker's, and it was nostalgic since that is the first breast I ever remember liking grilled vs. fried when I was a kid. I think I was tricked by the buttery bun that made me forget how rubbery yet equally juicy the chicken there gets. Airports always take the somewhat good food and bring out the mediocre qualities. I sat alone and read Twilight so that I would be able to join the other millions of girls reading the same book at the pool later that week (lucky me!) Also, I had this meal at 10 in the morning so I was definitely feeling the weight of my poor decisions- I had to get ready for Cancun somehow.
- Never give in to those Chinese takeout places that have that 2 thing combo with a choice of fried rice or lo mein...
- This trip to Cancun marked the first time I had vacationed without my parents since 11th grade. When I was younger, I always wanted room service and my parents never allowed it. I stayed at the Hyatt in Cancun for one night alone before my cousin Josh (yes, same name, you should have been there the night we went out with 4 Josh's) arrived at the Royal Sands the next day. I had a beer or four to decompress from exams and indulged in my guilty pleasure. An hour after making the phone call, I received my pasta bolognese and 4 rolls- 2 croissant and 2 brioche. I ate this on the balcony enjoying the 70 degree night. The food was nothing special, but I was finally able to get room service. I love the cover that goes over the food before they present you a meal by a culinary school dropout. I have to say the Corona and Modelo made the croissant rolls that much better. I tried to save one for breakfast, but I really couldn't help it. The world could run on biscuits and croissants in my opinion. Anyway, I finished my meal and some crappy horror movie with Tara Reid to fall asleep by 8:30 in my hotel for one. It was kind of creepy that Blackbird came on in the middle of the night on my charged I-pod...those crazy Hyatt ghosts. Anyway, I couldn't have been happier.
- Each day by the pool, I enjoyed a burger or chicken tenders at the Royal Sands. Sometimes, a Fiji water tastes better when it is delivered to you by Gustavo with a smile. My favorite bartenders were Miguel and Narcisco, I thought Narcisco was a narcissist though. Anyway, they definitely entertained me if I was ever to eat alone when my roommates for the week were napping or not as hungry .
Alright, food has been the backdrop for my transition into winter break, but the day of my birth is upon us (the big 2-1) and seriousness with eating returns. Thus, I will be having a 6-course-meal at L'Auberge Chez Francois in Great Falls, Virginia tomorrow and an 8-course-meal at Babbo in Ny, Ny. Look forward to those posts with family and friends this time!