Quest for food

I have my car back, I missed it very much.

You see, my car was undergoing repairs due to damages sustained while in the pursuit of food. I was driving back from a Chinese BBQ type place run by Vietnamese people. I had an entire BBQ duck and several pounds of char sui. I was struck by a lowered Civic. The food made it to the pot luck, but I didn't get to eat any because I had to do other work stuff and in the meantime, a ravenous horde of students made short work of everything. Kind of like when Jabba the Hut tossed his enemies into the monster pit--just bones everywhere. So, my car is fucked and I didn't even get any Vietnamese made Chinese duck. I love duck.

So what? Well, my refridgerator stock of food slowly dwindled away and I had to rely more and more on eating out. So, for the past 3 weeks I have been wandering the streets of San Jose on my quest for food. Some nights I walked for hours and hours.

While contemplating my situation, I came to realize that I've spent the majority of my adult life questing for food. I wander and wander, sometimes walking, but mostly driving until I finally pick a place to eat. And generally, I find that I'm mostly okay with my selection but there is always a part of me that is dissappointed. The event didn't live up to the hype. I have built up this great hunger, this great anticipation and the goods just aren't delivered by the restaurant.

When I am not looking for food, I seem to be thinking about food and wondering what I will eat next.

Good food is so hard to find. Great food nearly impossible, so I settle and regret and wish I'd made another choice.

Ah, the quest, the eternal quest.