One of the weirdest things I found myself enjoying on my trip back to the states was Taco Bell. I’ve never liked their food. I still don’t. But it reminds me of high school.
Too bad Jason wasn’t there, too.
yeah, crappy food, but that endless soda fountain.
Taco bell can bring you back, but it was all about Fazoli’s medium-fast Italian food. We’d roll out of bed after an all-night drinking fest, pick up the stragglers who didn’t make it home, cram into Jason’s Jeep and drive down to Fazoli’s. The free bread-stick refills helped us soak up the remaining unmetabolized alcohol in our stomachs. We’d get the sampler platter, and all the doctor pepper we could drink. I think I gained about 15 pounds that year.
Last I heard, Jason was at Columbia University in New York City, pursuing a theater degree (or similar).
Hah, last summer when I went back to the states I spent way too much time at Taco Bell too. There were other places that made me oddly sentimental about food too: Waffle House, Wendy’s, and those roadside greasy spoon diners especially. Odd how food can be all about culture and have little to do with taste. E.g., after I was back in the states for a while I began to have a hankering for some Taiwanese o’ah-jian (oyster omelletes)–even though I don’t really like those very much.
Is there any TACO BELL in Taiwan ?
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Mark Wilbur lived in Taiwan as a student, an EFL teacher and entrepreneur, later joined an edu tech start-up in Beijing and is now in SF.