(Konoba Vinica Monkovic Tavern outside of
Dubrovnik. Croatia.)
The best Pizza I’ve ever had wasn’t when I was in Venice, Italy (it was actually the worst Pizza I’ve ever had) or even in New York City.
It
was when I was at a place off the main road in a very small town near Urquhart
Castle on Loch Ness in Scotland.
The
best Cuban Sandwich I’ve ever had wasn’t when I was in Tampa or in Little
Havana in Miami, Florida.
It
was when I was at Boston’s Logan Airport waiting to fly to Iceland.
The
best Shish-Kabab I’ve ever had wasn’t made by Turks when I was in Germany.
It
was at a small Dacha outside of Yaroslavl, Russia in the dead of Winter.
The
best Hamburger I’ve ever had wasn’t at a McDonald’s.
It
was at a small Family-run Tavern outside of Dubrovnik, Croatia.
Sometimes,
you have to go off-the-beaten-path to find the good things in life (food or
otherwise.)
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