I’m going to be honest with you: I have not tasted every fish sandwich in Bermuda. However, I have had many a fish sandwich over the course of my life and this is easily the fairest of them all. (I’m open to pushback here, but I doubt anyone will prove me wrong).
There’s something about tasting food in a new country that’s a little like magic. Like the essence of that country transformed into the meal before you with the sole purpose of making you understand the place and its people.
Eating might be one of my greatest loves—new food, home food, strange food (I recently ate a termite in Belize)—I’ll take it all. Happily. But eating local food, to me, is the truest way to a country’s soul. In China, what did it for me was the dumplings.
For someone from Trinidad, making pastelles is either a daunting task they hope someone else will undertake and send them some, or a yearly tradition where family gathers to press, wrap and eat the Christmastime treats.
There’s little appealing about a creepy crustacean landing on your plate looking just as it did in life and knowing you have to tear it apart limb by limb to partake of it. But all that aside, once you know what you’re doing and dive in fearlessly, Maryland’s Blue Crab is totally worth it.
So there’s something about Shake Shack in New York that makes people silly–makes them pay ten bucks for a fast-food burger plus fries, makes them break diets and makes them say crazy things like, “Shake Shack is way better than In-N-Out.”