The inamorata and I have been on the road in California (briefly) and in Arizona (mostly). We didn’t expect it to be a foodie trip (which was just as well) but of course we did a fair amount of eating and drinking, not least these salt and vinegar flavoured crickets, bought in the gift shop of the Phoenix Botanical Garden.
They were fine, because most things in this world taste fine when seasoned with salt and vinegar, but I don’t believe I’ve yet experienced the authentic taste of a cricket.
We had, perhaps surprisingly, a pretty good Reuben sandwich at the Space Age Restaurant in Gila Bend. The sandwich looked like this:
The restaurant sign looked like this:
That's a lot to live up to, but they just about managed it, Reuben-wise.
But the golden food moment came at Applebee’s in Yucca Valley. The food was much as you’d expect. I had the Texas Shrimp Bowl which was OK,
but what made the meal special was the name of the waiter. The bill told us he was ‘Joseph K.’
as in ‘Somebody must have been telling lies about Joseph K,’ the opening line of Kafka’s The Trial. If somebody was telling lies about our waiter, it wasn’t me. Our Joseph K was big, bearded, attentive, and he did everything right, even if he looked nothing at all like Anthony Perkins who played Joseph K in the Orson Welles movie of The Trial.
Still, you can’t have everything.
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