Hi, I’m Ziggy and I love to eat. From street food to Michelin star-rated restaurants, I love them all. My love affair with food began early on in former Soviet Moldova, where I vividly remember standing in long lines with my dad for the most delicious bread. Coincidentally, my love affair with ice cream began the same way. Same goes for toilet paper.
National Geographic recently ranked the Moldovan people to be the saddest people in the world. Coincidentally the happiest people ranked were ex-Moldovans.
I’m a father of two, husband of one, and at the moment pet owner of none. Our last goldfish. Ziggy Jr. Jr., leaped to his death. This is likely due to the great suffering he endured once my kids discovered Full House and watched it night and day in the same room.
All of us love to travel and food is a very important part of our travels. I have three simple restaurant rules that I try to follow:
1) Never go to the same place more than once (unless I’m in Turks and Caicos).
2) Never eat at my hotel (or any hotel, pretty much).
3) Eat only in places where I can easily distinguish the men’s room from the women’s. Is that a hen or a rooster? I’m on vacation, leave me alone.
My travel style can be best described as food-centric: Instead of eating whatever is available wherever we happen to be, I plan our itineraries around food. For example, in O’Porto, Portugal, I planned the entire day around eating the Porto classic sandwich, a little concoction I like to call the “Francesinha.” I call it that because that is the official name. It means “French girl.”
Now, a lot of guys visiting Portugal and be happy to try any random French girl they find on a corner in Porto. Not Ziggy: I only wanted the one in Cafe Santiago recommended by a local on Trip Advisor
It is a sandwich made with ham, 2 types of sausage, steak and served with melted cheese and some secret beer-base sauce. You can order it with egg or not. It was created by a Frenchman trying to adopt the Croque-monsieur in Portugal, hence the egg and ham. But it’s all about the sauce, which you can barely see here (it’s the yellow stuff – click on the picture to get a closer look) with each restaurant trying to outgun the rest with their homemade sauce. Perhaps the greatest sandwich I’ve ever eaten.
Anyway, so you get the idea. A blog about food, travel, goldfish, and FOOD. I give it 3 months!!