September 14, 2013 begins my first time really traveling. 30 days. I have my journal to document my moments and my girly feelings, and then I have this blog as my food journal. I'm expecting entries and entries of food successes and failures. As someone who sucks every last bone from chicken/duck feet and pouted all day when the restaurant across my apartment said they were out of pig's feet, I'm expecting myself to be food adventurous. There should be at least one meal from each city where I'll have to coax myself in to eating. Accept the challenge, Shannon!!!

Boarding day, Kim Ho suggests we down food we wouldn't be having in a while. By the way, Kim Ho proved to be a super friend. She patiently waited for us as we scrambled to last minute pack and she gave us a lift to the airport. So, I'm sure poached eggs and hash are obtainable in some of the places I'm visiting, but I'm not sure I want to order something I can get any day of the week at home. The Flying Beaver proved to be the second establishment to fail at breakfast for me. Wildebeest is the first. Their hash had too many tomatoes. Now tomatoes taste great, but when you dice them up and shower a hash with a full tomato's worth, what you are giving me is a hash salsa. I like my hash crispy and made soggy only by the gooey egg yolk. You do not make my brunch list, Beaver.

A warning by KHo was that caesars are not on the drink menu. Bloody Mary's are. Tomato juice- yes. Clamato juice- no. After a big beer (1st of the trip), I savoured my last caesar. I don't even drink them often. We can always make good enough excuses when it comes to drinking.

Up next. Schnitzel and bratwurst!