“Ask not what you can do for your country, ask what’s for lunch.”
Orson Welles, actor, director (1915-1985)
OK, what’s for lunch?
If you like deli sandwiches, I recommend you try Langers Deli in downtown Los Angeles. Mr F and JB had the #19, and I had the matzoh ball soup when we went there last December.
If you’re a vegetarian, or even if you’re not, you have to try a toasted cheese and tomato sandwich when you’re in South Africa. Its their national sandwich.
We had this gourmet version at an outdoor restaurant in Johannesburg: served on home-made whole-wheat bread with arugula! Yum yum.
If you prefer salads for lunch, you can get a delicious – and tender – steak salad like this in South Africa.
It was as tasty as it looks.
Why do American restaurants only serve chicken salads? I don’t think I’m the only person allergic to chicken!
I can’t do a post on lunch without including some favorite picnics.
I think food tastes best when eaten outdoors. Even a simple hard-boiled egg with a slice of bread…
I think Mr F would agree with me that our picnic lunch when we were hiking in the Cinque Terre in Italy is our all-time favorite.
Five items, no plates, paper bag acting as a table-cloth, and water to drink.
FYI the view from the picnic table:
You know that jet-lagged feeling when you’re so hungry and tired you’d eat your hand if you were able to lift it?
Three years ago on our first day in Milan we bought a picnic lunch at the outrageously expensive deli “Peck”.
Walking into that shop is a OMG experience. If you’re on a budget do not even think of going there. If you want to see the amazing Italian institution (founded in 1883) go there when you’re not hungry 😛
It has an enormous selection of salads, cooked meats, and seafood, grilled vegetables, cheese, (over 3,000 varieties of Parmigiano Reggiano), olive oils and balsamic vinegar, plus homemade chocolates, bread, pastries and gelato.
We were so tired and hungry, and the choice was so overwhelming, it was almost impossible to know what to choose.
We bought black and green olives, a couple of bread rolls, a small piece of local goat cheese, a few slices of salami, a small container of mushroom salad, and this very tasty octopus salad.
Every item was gift wrapped in silver paper, and tied it with a ribbon.
It came to forty-five euros.
I nearly fainted.
I asked the guy who’d served us to take a few things out of each container. He didn’t say a word, but you could see he was irritated. The lower price was thirty-three euros, which is still an outrageously expensive picnic for people-trying-to-travel-cheaply and on-the-first-day-of-their-trip, but oh my god it was delicious.
Peck doesn’t have an outside seating area. When we walked out of Peck with our picnic, we couldn’t find a place to sit down.
I was so tired and hungry I started eating our expensive picnic on the sidewalk. Mr F was quick to whip out his camera.
We ate our gourmet meal sitting on the steps of what was once the center of Medieval Europe – i.e. Milan’s old 12th century City Hall – which was now the favored place for the city’s pigeons to leave their poop.
You do things on vacation …
Photography in Peck is strictly prohibited. This video gives a nice tour.
I served an Italian couple at my cash register this afternoon who were from Milan. I told them how much I love their city and asked them if they shop at Peck. The guy said, “I went once with my granny. She paid.”
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Two note-worthy sea-food lunches: pulpo and lagoustine in Melide, in northern Spain; and a fish soup at the Beach House Cafe at Hengistbury Head in the south of England.
Where’s Hengistbury Head? It’s a scenic headland jutting into the English Channel near Bournemouth, on the south coast of England.
Anyone want to join me for lunch?
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This post is part of two weekly challenges:
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Post Script: At the Museum today I asked a little boy his name: “London,” he said; five minutes later a little girl walked into the Children’s Shop wearing a tee-shirt with LONDON written in big sparkly letters across the front; in the next two hours three different couples told me they were from London; and at the end of the day I overheard a group of tourists chatting about an art exhibition they’d recently seen in London.
I’ve never heard London mentioned so many times. I don’t think it has anything to do with this week’s “L” challenges. I hope it means I’ll be going to London soon. Yaay! 😛