One personal sidenote, the "grittiest kebob stall reminds me of one of my own most-memorable travel food experiences, a gritty kebob-stall that I stumbled into in a small corner in the Paris flea market (the semi-famed "Marché aux Puces" if I'm being pretentious about it, but my 17-yr old self was naive and unworldly at the time). I ende…
One personal sidenote, the "grittiest kebob stall reminds me of one of my own most-memorable travel food experiences, a gritty kebob-stall that I stumbled into in a small corner in the Paris flea market (the semi-famed "Marché aux Puces" if I'm being pretentious about it, but my 17-yr old self was naive and unworldly at the time). I ended up revisiting it, and it was always good, but I think the real insight here is the one Damon makes, that what he in fact would want is not exactly to eat there again, but to be back where he was eating, before -- that's what isn't going to be recaptured.
One personal sidenote, the "grittiest kebob stall reminds me of one of my own most-memorable travel food experiences, a gritty kebob-stall that I stumbled into in a small corner in the Paris flea market (the semi-famed "Marché aux Puces" if I'm being pretentious about it, but my 17-yr old self was naive and unworldly at the time). I ended up revisiting it, and it was always good, but I think the real insight here is the one Damon makes, that what he in fact would want is not exactly to eat there again, but to be back where he was eating, before -- that's what isn't going to be recaptured.