Mexico: the first time I went was in 1998, we went to an "hacienda" type restaurant. Waiters all dressed in black, with bow ties, impeccable service, colonial architecture and classic Mexican food (no tacos). We also ate
mole for the first time. When I went back in 2019, for 3 months, the restaurant scene had changed radically - for the best. The first stop was Tasca La Montejo, where we were served cochinito pibil, and chicken mole. Later we went to a fine-dining place in Colonia Roma called "Azúl", where the food was upscale Mexican; blue corn tortillas prepared front of house; a spectacular sopa azteca; tuna with habanero and pineapple sauce; chiles en nogada - and mezcal to finish. One of the most spectacular places was the terrace lounge of the Grand Hotel, smack in front of the Presidential palace and the cathedral.
Grand Hotel, Mexico.
Maidstone: the town where I was born. In the 60s and 70s, Maidstone had chip shops, pubs (mostly without food), a Wimpy (really awful hamburgers) a Chinese restaurant and an Indian - the Curry Inn. The last was where I spent many Friday and Saturday evenings. When I went back for 18 months in 2022-23, there were Nepalese, Thai, Greek, Italian, Spanish, Turkish and even Argentinian places. I ate at the Greek and the Spanish places - really good, I have to say!
Maracaibo: Venezuela's 2nd largest city, in the west of the country on the edge of lake Maracaibo. Meat, meat and more meat. I remember going to a Tasca with a sales rep one day. He ordered a mixed grill, which comprised a large steak, 2 pork chops, ½ a grilled chicken, 2 chorizos, blood sausage and a side of yuca. Yep - they've got appetites over there.
Montreal: I spent a month there back in 1978. All I remember is speaking French (Quebequoise) all the time and eating my first croque monsieur.
Madeira: Not the Portuguese city, but the Ohio town where my son lived. The most notable eating experience was with
TastyReuben, at the Madeira Café. Biscuits & gravy for the first time ever!