Yesterday I was talking to my brother while I was driving home from school, and I'm not sure how the topic came up, but we started reminiscing about all of the delicious meals we've had together.
Ok, now I remember how it started..
Me: remember that time we were at Cafe Brazil and the waitress made fun of Bryan's Lagwagon shirt?
Paul: YES. I had the lemon pepper chicken and pesto pasta! It was so good.
And it went on from there. Isn't it strange, the things we remember?
Maybe my brother and I are just a couple of fat fucks, but I'd like to think that we are hanging on to these memories because not only was the meal delicious, but it was shared with people we love. And what is better than good food eaten with good people?
So my answer is I would like to relive any memory that involved a special meal. (especially the tapas in London, pictured above!)
Happy Friday! Tell me about a special meal?