Roadfood Junkie Memoirs

Roadfood junkie a self proclaimed Connoisseur of unpretentious eateries around small towns of Ontario.
Perhaps, it is the childhood memories, the rustic atmosphere of diners, dives and good roadfood of bygone days. Food, like Mom use to make. The older generation grew up in a time when eating out was a special event. The younger generation has been weaned on fast food, the drive up micro-waved burgers and frozen French fries. Where is the fun in eating out and dribbling special sauce down your front? I’d rather be sitting in a booth conversing and joking with the wait staff, enjoy a bountiful plate of flavorful food and knowing I was getting value for my hard earned dollars.

They say you can't tell a book by its cover. Same goes for diners, dives and roadfood restaurants.

Eating out has its moments. When you walk through that door; it may, or may not bring back memories of days gone by. The decor does have something to do with the look and feel. A jukebox or a pinball machine may stir up memories of that Mom and Pop diner that you loved so much. The mood is hard to explain but many people, feel it, and the experience is memorable.
Booths offer more privacy, while an open table concept may be preferred by larger roadfood junkies. Counter stools may host the local gossip crowd, capable of solving world problems.

This roadfood junkie wouldn’t think of wandering into an unknown eatery and ordering a full course meal. Ambiance alone is inspiration enough to look at the menu over a cup of coffee. Sit back and watch the plates of food being delivered, watch for happy faces, take a few deep breathes does it exercise the senses and listen to the compadr’e. When I feel satisfied, I eat.Of course, we also base our decisions on recommendations.
We are not talking fine dining, this not where the average person eats. Remember, parsley is not food, it is a decoration for lack of food.

It is the ambiance and the anticipation that sets a Mom & Pop restaurant apart from a fast food, or drive through establishments. There is no mystery to searching out precooked micro-waved hamburgers and hot dogs.

We travel a lot to roadfood destinations; quite often with other foodie friends. We all have a common interest in good food, but likes and dislikes differ dramatically. When we all agree about a fun food time, we enjoyed our meal, and feel like we got value for money, I write and give praise where I feel praise is due, and sometimes, we agree, when the experience is not memorable. I write about that too.
I like to leave with a smile and that warm fuzzy feeling, that a good meal and good fun, was had by all. We’ll be back.

Food is a celebration of life and should be shared.