Food: From Rome to NYC

During my short-lived time on this planet, food and I have had a special relationship. I liked good food, and I wanted a lot of it. Did I like McDonald’s? Not really, the toy was the only appeal. Did I like frozen process patties? I ate them at barbecues which was the only option for my snooty yet picky taste buds. Recently, some friends started to call me a picky eater, but I refused the name, so we coined the term: “selective eater.” However, merely a year later, that nickname doesn’t apply to me, I don’t eat basic things like eggs, macaroni & cheese, and potatoes, but I’ll shuck down oysters, slurp up garlicky escargot, and chow down on some goat yoghurt. So, this is a list of some restaurants I am glued to from the places I’ve been.