In the past years I’ve come to appreciate the diversity of food. Gone are the days of four day old pizza on the counter top and old milk in the refrigerator. I actually like sushi, and I’ve tried an array of different beers, though I am still partial to Budweiser and Heineken.
Living in California has exposed my taste buds to foods I long thought of as fish bait and cuisines fit only for yuppies. This newfound appreciation has opened me up to the world where steak and potatoes seem primitive. I have grown. I have adapted. I have conquered taste bud complacency and cultivated and constructed a taste with texture, richness and flavor.
So why do I despair when I find it difficult to locate a joint that serves a decent six-piece with mild sauce? Why do I have to stand at a counter feeling defeated after finding out my six-piece will not be what it ought to be? Why do I have to scream, ‘what the hell is this’ when I look inside a styrofoam plate and see Buffalo wings with curly fries and a side of blue cheese dressing where my six-piece should be?
Y’all know what a six-piece looks like. First you lay a bed of fries. Then you gently spread the perfectly seasoned chicken wings on top. Douse the stack of food with barbecue sauce, top it off with a slice of bread then wrap the entire dinner with aluminum foil. Finally, complete the dinner with a grape pop.
This, my friends, is what a six-piece should look like!!!
Let me not get into the issue of pizzas. California Pizza Kitchen is an abomination to the soul and should be wiped from the face of the earth. The idea of putting eggplant on a pizza is enough to revoke their license.
It should look like this.
I know I’ve grown over the past year. And I’m grateful for my new appreciation for Japanese, Mexican and seafood. But my Midwestern sensibilities kick in every once in a while and I do long for the simplicity of a barbecue house. So until I get to Harold’s Chicken Shack or Giordano’s Pizza back in Chicago, I will continue my search here in Los Angeles for a suitable alternative. Pray for me. Better yet, pray for my taste buds.
1. What food dish can you get in your neck of the woods that's hard to get anywhere else?
2. Name is your favorite restaurants.
3. Name a location that you've visited and what we should try if we ever go there.