The 30 Going on 13 Food Marathon
The scents, sights and sounds of food provide the sensory experience that most often trigger nostalgia. So as my 30th birthday rolled around I thought back about my life and the best times- many of which involved food. As a youngster in junior high school, before I had the freedom of a car, I was bound to locations in a walking radius from home and school. I'm pretty sure my affinity for Taco Bell comes simply because it was the closest fast food location (besides Pioneer Chicken and Wienerschnitzel). In 7th grade we weren't allowed to leave campus without a teacher/escort. I'm sure we were a nuisance, begging daily for teachers to walk us down to Taco Bell or Yum Yum donuts. At an even earlier age in elementary school, the best award of all was a trip down to Henry's Tacos, which was a rare and lauded event. To commemorate all these good times I decided the perfect way to spend my birthday was on a 30 Going on 13 Food Marathon- hitting all the old spots in one final calorie-filled night.Henry's was obviously the first stop. One item each (a taco and burrito) with their delicious sauce was all we ordered as it was gonna be a long night.I could drink this sauce:Next was Carney's, which I've written about before . This time we ordered a spicy polish Red Eye New Yorker (sauerkraut, mustard and peppers) to go with the chili cheese fries. Both were greasily delicious.
Stop three was a quick dessert of In N Out milkshakes. The only comment I have here is about how dirty the Universal City location was. The trashcans were all overflowing, there weren't any paper towels in the bathroom and the overall quality of the operation was not being maintained. Just a mile away, the busy Hollywood location on Sunset is twice as crowded and five times cleaner.
Stop four was the second dessert stop at Yum Yum Donuts. When I was young I ordered an old fashioned glazed but they didn't have any. So what does one do when they can't get their second dessert of the nigh- they have a Taco Bell Nacho Supreme instead. A fitting end to marathon celebrating birth, old age and suburban youth. These pictures actually make the food look gross... If there ever was a final food marathon this should be probably be the one- but I'm not ready to quit just yet.