“A dog is going to eat it?”
“Yes, a dog is going to eat it.”
She was a vegetarian and personally repulsed by pork but apparently not by littering. It was a fun game, flinging meat. We were both quite young.
Barely a Teen
Four inches long, two inches wide, deep-fried a bubbling, golden brown. Ah, the egg roll. Purchased from the Chinese place in the food court and sleeping under it’s own blanket of fluorescent pink sweet and sour sauce, I ate them while walking in circles around the mall. I ate them every weekend with my best friend for an entire school year. I ate them while talking about parties and boys and boys.
Q: What do you want for dinner?
Burrito has a lot syllables and smoking marijuana makes a person just that lazy.
Around the World
Lunch truck. Fish shack. Fruit cart. Vending machine. Photographer Jean-François Mallet captures the most informal of informal dining from around the globe.
We Eat, We Go