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Back in the mid 90s my colleagues and I from the warm southern US found ourselves on the freezing winter streets of downtown Minneapolis after dark. We had brou
by dreamcompiler 8y ago
Back in the mid 90s my colleagues and I from the warm southern US found ourselves on the freezing winter streets of downtown Minneapolis after dark. We had brought coats but were still quite unprepared for 10 below zero F. As we wandered around looking for a place to eat, we spied a small well-lit door leading down to a basement. The waitress saw us, threw open the door, and said "You get in here. You're about to freeze to death!"
Whereupon we had one of the best and most welcoming meals I remember. That was my introduction to Buca di Beppo, and no matter what anyone says about it, I will always be fond of the place because it saved our lives that cold winter night.
- jjeaff 8y agoIt's amazing how much context, atmosphere, hunger, environment, etc affect our perception of food. My most favorite and memorable meals ever were little, low quality places that I hate after coming back from long treks through the wilderness, or even the meals cooked while on those treks. As well as many places my wife and I ate on our honeymoon. And I have been to a fair number of excellent restaurants including michellin starred ones. It seems unlikely that those places were actually that good (probably the same as your buccas experience). And I have returned to some of them under different circumstances and not found them particularly amazing.