I think anyone with taste knows that a small non-chain restaurant, stall, or cart will have much better food than some corporate chain crap food made with industrially sourced ‘ingredients.’
With my aversion to food made out in the open, right next to running cars and open-coughing people, I stopped eating from roadside stalls by the time I started having enough autonomy.
I tend to prefer non-chain restaurants with viewable kitchens ^[those places tend to hire cooks who actually mind their coughing], but due to lack of any such desirable place in my area, eating out nearby, usually means subway (which is just, less bad).
Then I realise that with the amount of money I would spend to pay for the cheapest local meal place, I can actually cook with Ghee at home. And that topples the equation over its head.
- Morning: Sandwich in Ghee/butter/peanut oil depending upon the mood
- Afternoon: Fried rice in Ghee
- Evening: Gram/Kidney Beans/Lentils in Ghee, with rice
Definitely not going back to outside food with nobody knows which oil they use.
RogueBanana@lemmy.zip 2 months ago
The first statement sounded like I am always eating at road side stalls and never had a lunch at a restaurant. Not that I would bother going to a chain like that to begin with. I am obviously not a native speaker so maybe I misunderstood it.
I am not a fan of those road side stalls, I am not a germaphobe but at least my food should be made in a clean Kitchen. Maybe because my mom would never let me try those and I grew up that way.
Machinist@lemmy.world 2 months ago
It’s rare, in America, for their to be an actual stall. Food trucks or carts are much more common and serve the same function. Stalls can be found at festivals and fairs.
Some of the best food comes out of food trucks. There’s a whole little culture around food trucks.
I’ve seen stalls in other countries on TV. Anthony Bourdain, for instance. He seems to accept a certain amount of food poisoning and dubious ingredients. Some of it still looks really good.
We also have the Tamale Lady phenomenon here. If you see a Hispanic lady or old man selling tamales out of a cooler, you better get some. They’ll be the best damn tamales you’ve ever had.