David Chang, will you marry me?

The title says it all.  I wish to be David Chang's wife.  I would honor and cherish him for the rest of my days, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer even though I've never met the guy and probably never will, he could be already married, or play for the other team...


I only first knew about him watching Anthony Bourdain No Reservations.  I admit to late arriving on the Bourdain train and knew very little until recently.  Now I'm hooked.  Then I discovered Mind of a Chef on PBS.  Again, only by accident as it was released last year.  The show makes me love him more.  And this girl cannot resist those dimples AND he can cook?  C'mon.  So today, I proposed to him via Twitter.  I didn't tag his account in fear of rejection and weirdness, and well, because that would just be crazy.  #dimples #momofuku #hotchef

Aloha Dinner!!

To round off the Hawaiian food porn tour, may I present the final chapter: Le dîner est servi!!

Our first night in Honolulu was late and choices were limited. We made a b-line to the nearest ABC Store and inhaled the first of many macadamia nut snack packs.
Eventually we were lured into one of the dirty little secrets of Waikiki - Late night McDonald's!
I hesitate to mention our whole order (er, 20 piece nuggets for $4.99, how could I say no despite all the warnings about its contents), but the best part was saimin:

A pretty tasty bowl of noodles at midnight if you ask me.

Now we liked the Cheeseburger place so much we returned for dinner:
ROYAL ALI’I CHEESEBURGER™ (say it with me...AH-LEE-EE)-that's what is says on the menu. Sold!

I made Murray order onion rings with his burger so we could share. I think there was a theme on our trip. Making him order something different so I could have some!! Tee hee. Oh of course I shared with him too...

Another late night and we found no choice but the enormous and ever-popular Cheesecake Factory. Funny I've been a few times, but never had room for cheesecake. Why? Because everything here is gigantic! We ordered side salads and thought they gave us entree size. No, the massive portion WAS the side size! And the buffalo blasts (chicken, cheese and buffalo sauce all stuffed in a spiced wrapper and deep fried!) in all their giant glory were tasty and more than plenty for two. The photos do not do their size justice:

We bid our final adieu with one more burger joint - Teddy's Bigger Burgers.
It's fast food but the staff were super nice and patient (there were too many choices to customize your burgers with). Too be honest it was all a blur and I don't even remember what we ordered!

But I made Murray get fries, so I could order the onion rings.

Mahalo mes amies, I hope you enjoyed the Honolulu Food Porn Tour!

kisses,
mh

Aloha Lunch!!

Is it lunchtime yet? It is now!

Chapter Two: Déjeuner

This used to be a Jack in the Box - Marukame Udon

We stumbled upon this around lunchtime and decided to give it try. Pick your own noodles, pick your own side dishes of fried goodness. Total bill less and $25USD and super filling and yummy. Beats Jack in the Box hands down.

Hi, I'm Dan and I'll be your server today - Lulu's Waikiki

Dan was a handsome ex-Navy guy who was stationed in Honolulu and never went back to Portland. Who can blame him? Keep talking Dan, you're so dreamy with your Buddy Holly glasses and tats, studying to get your Masters degree in biophysics or whatever the hell it was you're majoring in. Murray always says I'm not friendly enough. He wasn't too pleased. I think he ordered the Angry Hog as a subconscious reaction to my friendliness with Dan.

Oh and I got the mahi sandwich thanks Dan for the suggestion...

Food truck! - at Giovanni's Shrimp Truck

We only made it to this one food truck. I really wanted to show Murray the greatness that was the Blue Water Shrimp and Seafood truck but we were sad to find out it had just closed and only had a stall in the International Marketplace. Meh, just not the same. But this garlic shrimp scampi with our side of lemon butter shrimp comes a close second.

Mmm. I'm getting hungry again. Dinner tomorrow, mes amies!

kisses,
mh

Aloha Breakfasts!!

J'adore Hawaii. Honolulu to be specific. All the comforts of North America with the smell of fresh ocean air, the perfume of tropical flowers and the touch of warm sunny weather that a girl stuck in the cold half the year oh-so desires. And food to die for! Murray and I didn't even get to all of it in time, but I think we significantly damaged our arteries and fed our souls with ooey gooey food love.

I've decided to show you all the food porn glory in 3 post. So let's begin, mes amies:

Chapter One: Petits Déjeuners

Mmm cheeseburgers - at where else? Cheeseburger Restaurants!

But of course not for breakfast! It was early, it was our first day in Honolulu, we just picked this one because Murray thought it looked friendly. And friendly they were! My "traditional" Hawaiian breakfast of eggs, rice, Portuguese sausage, and Hawaiian sweet bread. It's apparently customary to drink pineapple mimosas too (not pictured er, because I emptied it before the food arrived).

Hmm maybe some pancakes or French toast? - at Keoni by Keo's Restaurant

Or we can share. I made Murray order the pancakes so I could share my French toast with him. That's not ice cream on the side of my toast, it's butter! Hey who can complain when the bill totaled $17USD.
(Mes amies, I tried the resto's own link but my anti-virus forbade it, so be careful!)

Sushi for breakfast? - at any ABC Store

It's 5:45AM and we are waiting for the shuttle bus to take us snorkeling. Spam musubi and $0.99 coffees were the order of the day. And just enough for a long day of turtle watching! If you think the idea is gross, it is, but they are actually quite tasty. We splurged and got another version with tamago (egg) and it was just as yummy!

Road trip! But first a malasada or 12 - at Leonard's Bakery

Before we left for a day on the North Shore, we drove to Leonard's for malasadas. Not knowing exactly what they were, we read they were "puffs". At the bakery, the malasadas are made to order so you don't see what they look like in the counter displays. So we ordered a dozen thinking they were bite-sized. Boy were we wrong!

They were as big as my face! And we ate 6 in the parking lot. Light as air and not really like a donut - so much better. Okay we probably made a big mistake by ordering so many, but it was worth it.

That's all for brekky, stay tuned for lunch tomorow!

kisses,
mh

Wish you were there!

Aloha darlings! I have missed you so and am so excited to share with you my photos from Honolulu!! But alas the real world and my real job robs me of time to write to you mes amies!

Please check back soon - there's some real hot FOOD PORN pour vous!

kisses,
mh

I'm sorry it's not real porn

Hello mes amies,

I have to admit to my blogging narcissism. I relentlessly check my reader/viewer stats. Countries visited is my favourite. It warms my heart to know that even though I have a lowly 1000+ pageviews, it's not just my friends and family in North America reading. So many thanks to all the strangers of the world for stopping by.

But then I noticed something - key word searches. "Hong Kong porn", "porn island"...yikes! I've lured in a whole audience that must be sorely disappointed to find pictures of sandwiches and pasta!!

So to those out there searching for real porn, I'm sorry I've wasted your time. But a big yummy merci for boosting my ego and my stats!! I'm big in Albania, yo!!

kisses,
mh

Food Porn is Back!

Oh mon dieu mes amies. Where has the time gone? The summer was a blur, as it didn’t feel much like summer this year. My newly acquired homeowner responsibilities leave me yearning for a vacay that I could not have this year. Instead I reminisce about about my last vacances d'été - June 2010, New York City. Poppy and I ate and shopped to our hearts content (and our Murrays were content with staying home!)

This trip marked my 9th trip to NYC since my first visit in 1999. It still ceases to amaze me. The city has changed so much over the years, yet always excites me in new ways. Perhaps if I didn’t wish I was born in France, I would wish to grow up a New Yorker. Even better - a French immigrant to New York City!! How divine! I digress.

So as promised my dear loyal friends – the return of Food Porn, this time with a New York attitude!

Poppy and I touched down after a red-eye flight on our beloved Cathay Pacific. Thank you Cathay your good service and good food. Who still serves salmon on a flight? Cathay does! And surprisingly tasty for airline food.

The flight lands at a dreadfully early hour so what better to do than head straight to the outlet mall! My other dear cousin, Suzette graciously puts us up every time. You think I can actually afford such glamorous trips for the past 11 years? Mais non! It’s free accommodations on futons and sofas, mes amies!! After a few hours of power-shopping, true outleters must stop and refuel – what better with, a Philly Cheesesteak sandwich topped with mac n cheese! (When in Rome, my friends. We are in Long Island after all. Love you Long Island!! Kiss kiss!)

I noticed something about Poppy this trip – she eats much much healthier than I do!! You’ll see the contrast of our food options as this progresses. Exhibit A: my outlet refuel is a heart attack topped with cheesy heart attack, washed down with a bottle of diabetes. Hers is a turkey wrap, hold the dressing, and a refreshing hot green tea, s'il vous plaît!








I do recall it was difficult to find healthy food, and sadly, the good stuff was much pricier than “regular” food. So alas, sometimes Poppy was left to order artery clogging food like moi. Oh well, all the walking and sweating in the summer heat probably worked some of those calories off for both of us!! C’mon, lift those H&M shopping bags, one more, two more!

Our guilty indulgences – hey we’re on vacation!
Bagels with cream cheese – I’ll say it again, bagels in NY are like none other in the world. Simply delish! (Although I will agree with Poppy on the health factor – we could have done with a lot less than the pound of cream cheese smeared on both our orders. It was 9am for goodness sake!)








Whoopie pies! We had heard of these chocolatey creatures but have not been able to find the elusive beast except in its native environment of the East Coast of the United States.

Not quite a French macaron, but I can see its appeal. Very chocolatey and so good you don’t care how bad it is for you.





Street food! The traditional NYC food cart – shawarmas. Yum. Now this can probably be found anywhere, however, nothing beats leaving the MoMa to stop for a $5 bite on “free admission” night, then return to the museum fully re-fuelled with special entrance pass in hand and beating the freebie line up!












And how could we stay in New York and not have a slice of pizza? And what better place to indulge? At MY pizza joint! Okay it’s obviously not mine, but wouldn’t that be fantastic? – if I were born in NYC, my family would open a pizza place back in the day, Daddy would name it after me, and eventually I would take over the business and just live off the earnings since Dad was always good with real estate investment and knew to buy in the Upper West side when it was still rather dumpy…see, up there in the window with the lamp? That’s my office where I’m writing to you now! I digress. Instead of any of that really happening, we just enjoyed a slice. Guess which one is mine.


Poppy and I did finally agree on one food order – Met Museum Café – chicken sandwich. Surprisingly good for museum cafeteria food and a perfect break from our day long stroll in one of my favourite museums in the world.











And our last opposite food choice to end another great trip to my beloved city that never sleeps. Guess which one is mine? Hint: Remember I'm the glutton for punishment!









So there you have it my friends, all the best food we had in New York in 2010.
As always merci to my dear Poppy for being a wonderful travel companion and extra special thanks for being the sole photographer this time as my camera died upon landing.

Oh and just to prove we did do other things – Poppy and I wanted to show our Murrays that we were in touch with not only clothes but nature! Our footsies in the Hudson River in Brooklyn. Luckily we returned home with all toes intact!










And this is what I bought!



Please forgive the fuzzy photo, this was taken on my phone when I returned home. Yes, I brought bagels home in my suitcase, you-gottta-problem-wit-dat?!

That’s all she wrote mes amies, thanks for waiting. The adventures continue, I promise!

double xx and oo
mh

Food Porn: Hong Kong ' 09 continued

Did you have a good lunch? Now back to work and back to my list:

#6 ANA Oyster and Grill, Hong Kong:
Pea and I met up with some of her friends and had a feast! The locale is nothing I've ever been to. The resto is located on the 4th floor of a non-descrip building stacked with other business and offices. We had a patio/garden table. It was surrounded on 3 sides by other skyscrapers and the view was only straight up - dinner under the stars. To start - raw oysters and clams, from all around the world. I came all the way to Hong Kong to have an oyster from the Pacific USA. And it tasted like it was caught the same day. DEE-LISH!

#7 Margaret's Café e Nata, Macau:
It was time for our day-trip to Macau. When we first arrived, we asked the tourism booth where was the best Portuguese egg tart. By the end of the day, the heat had drained us of our culinary vigor, and it was soon time to leave this wonderful place. We were just about to give up on the tart when we took one last turn and found it! Did you know when these tarts first arrived in Taipei bakeries years ago, people rioted when there was a purchase limit imposed? It was ugly. But I can see why a tart would start a riot. Like buttah!

#8, King's Palace Congee and Noodle, Hong Kong Int'l Airport, Terminal 1:
We had been immersed in a busy week and a half of shopping, sight-seeing, partying, spa-pampering, lunching, more shopping... I dunno how the tai-tais (ladies of leisure) do it all the time. We knew it was definitely time to escape for a weekend mini-break in Cebu, Philippines. No time for brekky at home, so we ate at the airport. I was very impressed with the selection in each terminal. North American airports should really take notes. Starbucks does NOT serve real food people! Now this was a real meal with built-in friendly caution. And I didn't have to eat it out of a pastry bag or on styrofoam. So civilized even when you're leaving!!! I ♥ HK.


#9 In-room dining, Maribago Bluewater Beach Resort, Cebu, Philippines:
Pea and I lazed by the pool, sunned, swam, jet-skied, ate, and ate some more. It was an exhausting mini-break! Grilled squid stuffed with fresh veggies and lemon butter sauce eaten on the bed, in front of the telly. Lovely. It was such a change from the hustle of Hong Kong yet only a couple of hours away. *sigh* What a great end to wonderful visit with my mon amie. Thanks Pea, for showing me Hong Kong and beyond!

Now, what are you gonna have for dinner?

Food Porn: Almost time for more

Poppy and I set off on the red-eye tonight and will be in NYC tomorrow - at an ungodly morning hour. But we are shopping/eating/photo-taking machines and plan to go straight to the outlet mall the moment we touch down. This might be a mini-break for us, but time is of the essence and shopping is no joke.

I continue my 2009 island hopping tour today, but not quite what you might think. I found myself on some different islands after my trip with Murray. Hong Kong (with a taste of the Philippines, and a dash of Macau).

It was so incredibly amazing, I can barely describe it. Hong Kong has the best of everything I could ask for as a traveller. The wonders of Asia with just the right amount of international, especially British influence. Everything seemed to be so extra civilized and posh. I don't think I had one disappointing meal and wanted to showcase them all, but I chose nine of my best. Get ready mes amies - you might want to make sure your boss is on lunch.


#1 McDonald's- Delivered to your door.
I had the great pleasure of visiting my dear friend Pea while she was working abroad in Hong Kong. Remember, sleeping on couches, no shame, great locations...would you say no? I hadn't been in Asia for more than 2 hours when I found myself sitting in her apartment, waiting for the delivery guy. This is civilized. And look, they have corn in a cup and spicy chicken wings! I think I may have appeared to be a bit of a food snob before, but I don't think I am. Hey, I can keep it real and inhale a Filet-O-Fish with the best of them. And fuck, it was DELIVERED. Who would refuse?

#2 Afternoon Tea, The Peninsula hotel, Kowloon. Perhaps indulging in this tradition is snobby, but I don't care. I love little cucumber sandwiches, scones with devon cream and fruit preserve...and who could ignore the petite fours and little chocolate goodies on the top?! Look at how cute everything is! Don't pretend, you like it too.
Now I have had the luxury of experiencing many afternoon teas in many different cities, and this by far, was the best. Maybe part of it was watching the actual hotel guests stroll (or maybe it was sauntering) through somehow made me feel more posh. I could have sworn I saw little flower girls precede the guests, making a path out of cash for them to walk on. It made even a poor, little couch-surfing girl like me, feel like a million bucks.

#3 Street food I love Asia because it has the nerve to expect you to eat food that is made on the street. How dare us silly North Americans cage our food in boxes called restaurants? How dare we think it can only be limited to funnel cakes and corn dogs at carnival/rodeo midways? Sheesh. Where there is electricity and pedestrians, there is food in Hong Kong. And you have to eat it IN the street where you bought it, damn it! Now pick a meat on a stick already!
We chose many from this stand - the usual curried fish balls, marinated squid (as pictured here), etc. But the top one was a mystery - it was white when we pointed to it, but the lady magically dunked it in a deep fryer and it was presented to us in all its crispy on the outside, molten-lava hot on the inside gloriousness. We're not entirely sure what it was, but it was filled with some sort of crab and scallop mixture. Divine.

#4 Sushi at Koi. This'll probably be as close in proximity to Japan as I'll be until I find someone who lives in Tokyo and has enough space for guests. Hong Kong had not disappointed me yet, so why not have a little sushi? It was very fresh and the presentation was great. The ambiance was quaint and there seemed to be a lot of Japanese patrons, so we were maybe doing something right, right?


#5 Taiwanese/Shanghainese lunch at Din Tai Fung. There were little amusing laminated cards at each table which gave you detailed and cartoon instructions on how to eat a xiao long bao (steamed pork dumplings). I asked for a copy of the instructions to take home to my North American friends. Strangely, they refused. As if I'd go and copy the thing and open my own resto! I should have known better and just took a pic of the card. But now they were watching us. Damn. Well, there seems to be many locations worldwide, even one in California, so I'm sure you'll be able to see for yourself what I wanted to bring home.
I've had many xiao long bao, but I have never met a steamed mashed taro bun. Where have you been all my life, my love? At first sight, you're thinking they are going to be bland and boring. Au contraire! Somehow they have sweetened the taro just enough and the texture of the bun is a perfect fluffiness. If it weren't for the fact that we were already stuffed full of goodness, I would have ordered another six, for myself.

That's enough for now. Get back to work. Go check your FB. Tweet about how hungry you are.

Food Porn: Island fun

2009 was a tour of many islands. I took a mini-vacay with my Murray to Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada. It's always a little worrisome to travel with your beau for the first time. But the food made up for it! No, no it was a lovely time spent with mon petite chou.


Black Rock Resort Ucluelet, British Columbia, Fetch Restaurant:
We didn't stay here since it had newly opened and we didn't know about it before planning our trip. Too bad, because it looked very luxe. Locals had suggested we check it out. I suppose in a town of less than 1700 people, a new resort and its resto is a big deal. And it did not disappoint. We had also visited Tofino which must be considered the more popular sister of the two towns, but I think Ucluelet had its own wonderful charm, even without the fancy hotel on the water.
Murray thought it was silly of me to think that the halibut on my bun was just caught out of the ocean that we were looking out at. A girl can dream, right? You should have seen the view. I don't think I've seen the Pacific Ocean quite like that. Mesmerizing.

There were so many stops on this island and not enough time spent there. We had to say goodbye and make it back to the mainland (Vancouver) via Nanaimo. You'd think there would be a bridge since it is quite close, but instead there's a ferry - that we missed. The ferry terminal food selection made a good effort, but it was nothing to write home about (or take pictures of). So we ventured out. We arrived upon a small marina and two pub/restos. One was decked out with loud music, some sort of sporting event was on the big screen tvs, and lots of neon beer signs to lure you in. A parking lot over, the other choice looked to have surrendered to the neon.
We chose the quiet, appropriately lit one. It was a bit of a dive, and the menu looked like your average pub fare with some emphasis on seafood given the location. "Would you like to substitute your fries for a caesar salad for $1 more?" I always feel bad when they ask because I'm sure most, like me, decline. Murray was getting fries with his oyster burger, so I thought I'd pretend to look healthy and said yes this time. I've never been so glad I splurged. Oh yes, and how could I forget - the most delicious shrimp sandwich that was paired with the salad. It was like there was a yet-to-be-discovered Michelin star chef in the back of this pub in the middle of nowhere, just dying to work at The French Laundry. Okay, I've never been to The French Laundry and I don't know exactly what the creme de la creme really is, but this was a damn good meal.

Good thing we missed that ferry - it was a delightful end to a great trip with Murray. This is a definite return vacay for me. Especially if I can have that sandwich and salad again. Oh, and I guess Murray can come too.

Food porn: Okay, I am a bit of a tease

Darling, I'll have you know that I lie sometimes. But it's not about bad things, just little things. But I'm happy you're still here, which must mean you'll forgive me. Forgiveness is key to a strong relationship. I'm glad we're working through this together.

There were two big trips in 2008 but I didn't want to get you too excited all at once. So to continue, please find yourself in Honolulu, Hawaii, United States of Amurica:

A sunny Christmas family vacay was in order. It was the first time in Hawaii for us. Two years on and I still talk about it with great fondness. I just loved it so. Visiting in December probably added to the love. Our departure to paradise was slammed with a horrendous snow-storm and after a 12-hour delay (and that was considered short), it was so glorious to be welcomed at the open-air airport with warm sweet air. Aloha. We were finally parka-free.

December 26 - there was some serious after-Christmas shopping to conquer at the outlet mall. Meh, I've had better shopping conquests, so we packed it in late afternoon. Round Two was the Ala Moana Mall, but first, it was time to refuel. Not to pre-judge a place, but parts of Honolulu seem a little sketchy. It became painfully obvious that we only had three dinner choices: Taiyo Ramen, the mall food court, or Blockbuster Video. Never judge a ramen by its ugly plastic bowl. It was the best ramen I've had in ages. Refuelled and refreshed, we were ready for mall battle.
As I stood contemplating a very cute, yet classic trench at Banana Republic, with a happy belly full of ramen, the lights went out. Good thing we picked sketchy locale over mall burger and fries. There was an island-wide power outage by dinnertime (that lasted until the next afternoon). You couldn't even buy food at the ABC store! I never went back for the trench, but I'd definitely go back for the ramen.

As our stay in paradise neared its end and our flight back to the Arctic Circle that our home had become loomed, we enjoyed our final meal - out of an old converted school bus, parked in an abandoned parking lot. Like we had discovered before it all went dark, sketchiness lay within paradise. But like Taiyo, we had found paradise. I think this platter is meant for 4-6 people, but I could have easily polished off the whole thing myself. This could quite possibly go down on my list of Top Ten Best Foods I've Ever Had. Ono. Delicious.

Food porn: The fantasy continues

So you're back for more, non? I knew you'd like it. Well, I am never one to be a tease, so let's get to it.

Another year, another memory card full of food porn. I don't think I would ever take so many photos if it were the days of 35mm film. Sometimes I think it's a little out of control, when I look back at my travel photos and there are more photos of food than anything else. But I can't help it, so you better love me for who I am!

2008, back to New York City, New York, United States of Amurica:

Technically, my fam live in Queens, because who are we kidding, real people don't live in Manhattan. There are lots of great little known restos in their neighbourhood. My travel companion this time was mon amie, Fifi. After a long day of shopping and bankrupting ourselves, we stumbled upon a new Asian resto. For the life of me, I'm afraid I can not remember the name of it. But honestly, the competition is so fierce, the place is probably closed now. This was Fifi's choice dish (and choice aerial shot) - chicken with cashews and fresh yummy snow peas. We were smitten over the heart shaped rice with cherry on top. And the real cherry on top was the total bill for less than $30!


Of course you can't visit NYC without experiencing The Bagel. I'd be hard pressed to say no to a bagel even though I know it's the equivalent to eating four slices of bread and some evil force decided to tell the world that four slices of bread will somehow be the death of you. I don't care, make me fat, and let me die young in your arms, I love you, dear bagel, take me as I am!

There is quite the art form to ordering a bagel in NY. I couldn't even decide which flavour I wanted, let alone how I want the cream cheese. I overheard the woman in front of me, clearly a master of bagels, ordering with strong command. "Bagel. Plain. Easy toasted. Scooped. Cream cheese. Plain." Scooped? I understood the rest of it, but what is being scooped? OMG. Then the deli guy started to scoop - a trench in the bagel was created to allow for the ribbon of cream cheese to lie perfectly in its newly created cradle. I think I heard angels sing. When it was my turn, I chickened out and just ordered it like a tourist: "Everything bagel, toasted, plain cream cheese, please." But it was still heavenly.

Food porn: I know you want some more

Four more days to until we set off on our mini-break! I'm drooling with anticipation. Fresh, new, food porn. To satisfy us both until then, let's skip the foreplay and get right down and dirrtay:

2007 Las Vegas, Nevada, United States of Amurica. You read it right - this is what Amuuurrica is all about. Vegas spoiler alert - I've been to Paris, and the Paris Hotel is not Paris. I've been to Venice, and The Venetian definitely ain't Italy. But when there's food to be eaten, there are photos to be taken.

Venetian Hotel, Postrio Bar and Grill:

*ah* Don't you just love Venice? San Marco Square, the Grand Canal, eating a yummy meal al fresco by the moonlight? Hey, what time is it anyway? Nine o'clock?! How come it still looks like it's noon around here? Where are the pigeons? How come no one is speaking Italian? (*insert sound of record scratching/wheels screeching to a halt*) This isn't my beloved Venezia! Just a bizillion dollar hotel made to look (remarkably) like Venice. *sigh*. I guess it'll have to do. It's amazing how they made the ceiling/sky change ever so slightly but never get dark so you would stay in there forever like I did. It's not too late for pie, is it?

We jetted over to Paris - Paris Hotel Las Vegas that is. How could I go to Vegas and not eat at a buffet? I'm not usually a fan of buffets. I don't like the idea of having to line up for food that I'm paying good money for. Is it wrong to ask for someone to bring it to me? Is it?

I also don't like watching other people ahead in line, shoveling large amounts of food that they will most likely not even eat onto their plates, all the while there are little starving children in the world who will never know how delicious duck confit is. Mmm all you can eat duck confit...

The line up was LONG. This had better be worth it. It's bad enough you have to line up to plate your own food, but to add more insult, you are forced to stand in a winding Disney-style line with no end in sight. That velvet rope does not make me feel VIP! I want to make my own crêpe damn it! I get a little cranky when I'm hungry.

Et voilà! My self-serviced plates of delicious frenchness. Mind the blurry images. I get a little hypoglycemic when I have to stand in line for food. For all those starving children in the world - that's duck confit on the first plate, below the carrot. I even got to make my own damn crêpe.