This is the 1,000th post here at Walking the Berkshires. From September 30th, 2005 to the present has been a marvelous journey, and one which has frequently surprised me with its twists and turns, though perhaps not quite as often as it may have puzzled you. You certainly cannot predict much from the name of this blog, though I do from time to time get out walking the Berkshires, the Litchifield Hills, the shores of Buzzards bay and the rocky coast of Maine.
I managed to post practically daily for a considerable spell, though I no longer feel compelled to churn out fresh content on that schedule. Some of my writing has found new form in regular newspaper columns, the ocassional magazine article, and my on again, off again spurts of novel writing. The focus of my posts seems to be distributed across various historical, ecological, genealogical and cultural commentary, though just which muse may descend with a fresh though is beyond my control to predict. To the very great credit of those of you who make this a regular stop, it seems that a bit of unpredictability is acceptible, and it certainly suits my style.
So rather than dwell on an unexpected anniversary of sorts, let's get down to something of greater import and substance. I mean, of course, what's for eats? I've just polished off a nicely grilled pork tenderloin, so it is not hunger that compells me, but rather the very act of cooking outdoors on a gorgeous afternoon has set my tastebuds a-tingling and my mind is bent toward thoughts of memorable meals past and hopefully future.
So I ask you, dear readers, if I were passing through your neighborhood, city, outpost or county; where's the best place to get some green chili burritos? Who makes the best pie? What greasy spoon served the best Reuben? What dining experience is absolutely not to be missed?
And one of the best meals and dining experiences I have ever had was at the Hansa Hotel is Swakopmund, Namibia. One night, while we were staying in a local guesthouse, our host Manfred called up the Hansa and told them we were in the mood for prawns. While they were not on the menu, the chef did have some Mozambique langousines, nearly as big as lobsters, and he came out to our table and asked us how we would like them prepared. It was simply exquisite.
So where should I eat when I'm in your town? Or where should I plan to visit just because the food is that good?