Food

San Francisco is a strange place. Stranger than Sydney, where I come from. It’s a grand smorgasbord of every dish you could want or imagine. I’ve finally found a city where everyone is as weird as I am.

I’ve lived out of home before, but here, living with other people around my age, there is an especially keen disregard for homely touches and cleanliness. For example, food. I’ve compiled an extremely comprehensive and precisely scientific list of (but not exclusively) gastronomic and culinary observations. Enjoy!

*** I’m going to interrupt for a brief linguistic intermission now.

I dislike the word ‘enjoy!’ being used in that way. It’s as if, ironically, we want to strangle it; suck the life force from its very soul by using it in every banal situation possible. If someone is in fact going to do something that they will enjoy, you probably don’t need to voice it. They will most likely be excited, and you might be excited for them. So perhaps tell them that instead. The only situation where ‘enjoy!’ should be used in the present day (AD 2015) is sarcastically, knowing full well that either: the person about to do the enjoying obviously knows they’re about to enjoy themselves, or are about to undertake a task so horrific or bereft of enjoyment that upon speaking, the person breaks into rapturous laughter, thereby breaking the gloomy spell and allowing life to rush back into the barren corpse of a word. This is your first warning, America and World.

*** Okay now we’re back.

Lachy Eating Spaghetti That Tastes Good But Not That Good

 

  1. Food you cook doesn’t taste as good as at home. I don’t know why. The same recipe for fresh tomato pasta in Sydney isn’t as tasty here. Will investigate further.
  2. The dishes. All the implements and bowls and plates are in a perpetual state of being washed. They are inexorably tied to the washing cycle, and rarely break free from it. At every stage of the cleaning process, there will be something somewhere. Wine glasses in the sink, waiting to be rinsed. Sad, stained tea mugs longing to be washed. Wet plates begging for an absorbent cloth. Perhaps a lonely, half-eaten orange, cruelly forgotten in some dark corner of the semi-lit sepia kitchen. And finally, clean knives and forks in the drying rack, yearning for their rightful draw. Which is empty. Except for a rubber band or something.
  3. Pizza by the slice is a terrifying and delicious new endeavour. Will I ever lower my dairy intake to a safe level?
  4. San Francisco has an inexhaustible amount of everything, particularly good restaurants. If you’re sick of looking up Yelp and things like that before you eat, you’re in good hands. I like asking a mate or wandering around and trusting my gut instinct.

 

Okay alright that’s all for now,

Bye-bye!

Aidan

Aidan de Lorenzo
delorenzo.ac@gmail.com
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