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From time to time Iāll write about my travels. This is one of those times. Below I write about my favorite meal.
My Favorite Meal
I forget the name of the restaurant.
I also forget exactly where it is.
Itās somewhere in Mallorca, Spain. Near the shore. I remember water.
I remember seeing the sea from the front door.
Itās a seafood restaurant that has a simple concept: You pick the fish, they cook it. Thatās all.
The greatest meals youāve ever had probably have something to do with the people you ate with. The experience, the vibes, the people, all come together to build up to the best meal of your life.
The best meal of my life was with my now ex-wife. Still one of my favorite people on earth.
She had this uncanny ability to find the restaurant that most embodied and symbolized an entire city. We traveled far and wide and Iād have to gladly say we didnāt eat at the best restaurants. We werenāt 3 Michelin star people. We did though have the best experiences. Youāll hear more about her and the places we went if you continue reading the travel stories I tell. Iāve gotta find a time to tell you about the weeks long endeavor to find a Michael Jackson Bossa Nova album.
My favorite meal of all time, is because the restaurant we ate at was incredibly simple.
Walk in, on the left is a fish market style ice bin with fish laid over top.
You pick the fish.
They grill it to perfection.
And serve it with the veggies they have that day.
Thatās it.
No menu.
No ordering.
No choosing.
Point at your fish. Sit down. Leave the cooking up to the professionals.
While writing this I wrestled with myself to go search up the restaurantās name. To find the place, the location. Find something. Also to expand on this concept. I wanted to share with you how this experience rubbed off on me. How I wanted to open a restaurant with 3 items on the menu. I could tell you about when I ended up cooking on TV, it was a simple concept: Gizzards on a stick. I competed on a Food Network show. Thatās a story for another day.
I could go on and on and on.
In the end I decided not to. This isnāt about recommending the restaurant. This isnāt about the eventual downfall of a marriage. Itās about remembering the meal.
Remember your favorite meal? Leave a comment about your favorite meal. Do it without revealing the name or location of the restaurant.