As I’ve gotten older, my snack preferences have gravitated away from candy and cookies to goods with a little more substance. Most convenience stores offer hot, salty meat and bread options or soggy, cheaply made sandwich options. Few of these are palatable at best. The one exception I’ve found locally is 7-Eleven.

Taking a more serious, deli-quality approach to their pre-packaged food, 7-Eleven offers some delightful sandwiches with clearly marked freshness dates to ensure fresher, drier bread, lettuce with little to no wilt, and moist meats and cheeses. My current favorite is their Smoked Turkey and Jack Cheese on Cracked Wheat with Southwest Mayo. The toppings are generous and the flavor is tangy, making it a real treat to enjoy late at night. Price is reasonable for a healthy alternative to a burger or burrito. Plus, unlike a trip thru a late night drive thru, the sandwich is ready to go when I walk in. Enjoy!

A few years ago, my friend, Vojn, finally realized his dream of owning his own fast food restaurant. He first broached the subject with me while working for one of the chains, either Noodles or the Belly, I can’t remember which. A former San Francisco native, he was convinced he could bring California-style mexican to Chicago. Having lived here most of my life, I thought he was in for a rude awakening, but his success taught me an important lesson. No matter how crowded the field is, a great dining experience will always stand out.

I never experienced sushi growing up. I would learn of it at some point in my early twenties. The concept both intrigued and frightened me a little. The idea of raw and mysterious meats made me wonder how I could work up the nerve to try it. The fear of the unknown kept me away.

What changed all that for me was my good buddy, Martin. He knew sushi well enough. He’d been to Japan after all. He had a sense of the basics and could guide me through the process of making my first selections. It gave me the courage to start with the “safe stuff”, smoked salmon, tuna, and shrimp. I stayed there for a little while, afraid to try anything I’d never eaten in another form before.

Fast forward a few years to when I met Vojn. He’d moved here from San Francisco, a seafood mecca out west. He was convinced Chicago couldn’t offer comparably good chinese food, seafood or sushi. Challenge accepted. That led to the delightfully surprising Sushi House in downtown Naperville. Dragon roll good. Godzilla Roll better. We both left there impressed, and the bar had been raised on my expectations.

Martin also introduced me to kaiten sushi at Sushi Station in Rolling Meadows. Sushi on conveyor belts, so there’s always something ready when you are. Even when it’s not the best sushi around the experience is still worth the trip for the uniqueness in presentation alone. He also got me hooked on unagi and anago, the two types of eel. Done right, it’s amazing. Done wrong, it’s a little fishy. So it’s always a gamble, but one I relish taking.

Fast forward a few more years, and after numerous places both good and bad, thanks to Restaurants.com, I discovered Sushi by Chef Soon in Lisle. Of all the contemporary and fusion sushi places I’ve been to, this one nails it on all counts. Often, a sushi place will excel at either rolls or individual pieces. Chef Soon gets both right. I cannot recommend it enough.

So what do I love so much about sushi? Beyond the flavors and the variety, sushi taught me to slow down and dine. The process: prepare chopsticks, cleanse palette with ginger, dip piece in soy sauce or top with wasabi (optional), place piece in mouth and slowly savor the flavors, then repeat. This isn’t scarfing down a burger or devouring a burrito. This is dining at it’s best, slow and deliberate, with immense variety throughout the meal.

So, when it comes to dining out, there’s nothing else quite like sushi. Except maybe tapas. Yes, tapas and sushi. Oh, and dim sum. So, tapas, sushi, and dim sum. Wait, there’s also churrascaria, which can still be a very diversified menu depending on the restaurant… and let’s not forget fondue… Anyway, you get my point. Enjoy!

When I visited China in 2006, it was on a business trip, mostly in the south, to visit the factories that made the products I designed. It was meant to help me better understand the process for future work.

On most days of my trip, the itinerary was a simple one. Breakfast in the fancy hotel’s buffet, which often had a fascinating mix of east and west. “Why, yes, I’d love eggrolls with my omelette.” Then I’d spend the day at a factory, with some simple lunch brought in. “Bao? Wow, that’s awesome! More, please.” The the owners would take me and my coworker out to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Those dinners were the real learning experience on my trip.

Some nights we went out for the traditional and elaborate ten-course meal in a private room, with a large round table sporting a lazy susan in the middle. I had some amazing crab, various noodle dishes, chicken and pork (both with heads still on the plate), Beijing Duck (apparently the same as Peking Duck, since Peking=Beijing), and a broth brewed in a teapot filled with shrimp and veggies. My hosts were impressed with my chopstick usage, then later amused when I brandished them at the modern Japanese steakhouse, only to see everyone else smiling and holding forks.

There was a trip to a classic Japanese sushi restaurant with the low tables. These offered the pit under the table to dangle one’s legs comfortably. I went to a Korean BBQ with the dome-like grill. I even tried my first (and probably my last) Sea Cucumber. Imagine flavorless, gritty jello. When the lady. who acted as our mediator with the companies, looked at me and said, “You eat. It’s good for you,” I replied, “No, it’s good for you,” and handed her my plate.

The final leg of my trip was a little more like a vacation. Thanks to the threat of a typhoon, we left the south a day early and returned to Beijing. There my coworker, Chris Yee, and his then fiance, Kate, took me sightseeing to a popular tourist area of the Great Wall, where I had this amazing chinese breakfast wrap. We visited an old alleyway marketplace nestled between two newer looking buildings (it felt like a Chinese version of Diagon Alley) and had the popular “meat-on-a-stick” for which the symbol for what it’s called is two parallel lines crossing one perpendicular line, looking like two pieces of meat on a stick. The little cafe we had lunch in reminded me of so many mexican dives on the southside of Chicago, except for the language differences. Dinner came from  Chris’s favorite eatery close to the hotel. Some of the best traditional chinese I’d had the whole trip. Sadly, that restaurant is no longer there.

Thus ended my trip to China. For weeks afterwards, I was teased by my friends about all my food stories, but that was what stood out to me. My days were eating, standing in factories and more eating. Other than the Beijing visit, which also including my first excercise in haggling, for a silk, kung fu-style jacket I’ve yet to wear anywhere, and a trip to the Forbidden City, where I saw people lining up to get their picture taken dressed up as the emporers of old, it was almost exclusively a culinary experience. One that was so amazing that I can’t wait to go again. Enjoy!

Part of the inspiration for the idea of blogging came from a series of experiences my wife and I had at an establishment called Fonda Isabel in Villa Park.

Our first trip there happened by accident as the nondescript and cheesy exterior gave no indication of the finer dining available inside. Seeking simple Mexican fare, we were greeted with amazing contemporary cuisine, a fusion of all things Latin, from both sides of the pond.

The food was amazing, and rarely disappointing, with their version of the classic chips and salsa including four house-made dips, each as flavorful as the others. Food presentation was always appetizing, and portion and price were well in line with comparable establishments.

Their downfall, in my opinion, could be largely attributed to one obvious factor. Service was sub-par. They always seemed understaffed, no matter when we went, and everything seemed to take longer because of it. The manager was ever-present, which both helped and hurt them, because it meant he was readily available to deal with problems, but also seemed ignorant of the obvious one.

It’s a shame, really. At one point they tried to resort to a cheaper, more traditional menu, but by then, they’d already lost out to the competition. It’s just further proof that the key to success in a such a competitive field requires more than just good food. It takes a keen awareness of all the factors that impact a patron’s experience. Enjoy!

It must be nice for people who drink coffee black. Server comes by with the pot and just refills away. I’m a cream and sugar guy. Getting just the right mix is very important to me. I can only take a refill when I’m empty or halfway, so I know how to recreate my perfect blend.

Some servers get it. Some have fun with it. (That’s right, Brenda. I’m talking about you.) I’ve learned to love red wine, so maybe someday I’ll learn to love black coffee. In the meantime, cream and sugar please and I’ll let YOU know when I want more. Enjoy!

When I was growing up, we didn’t eat out much. Mom cooked. Dad helped a lot. We ate together whenever possible, and always at the table. There were rare occasions where dinner was eaten in front of the tv, but most of the time, we sat down, we ate, and we spent time together as a family. There were distractions at times, but they were interactive, not isolating, as we played games together or recounted our day’s activities. To this day, my preferences for food and penchant for dining with company are influenced by those early meals.

Mom encouraged us to help in the kitchen, but didn’t force us. I’m pretty sure cooking was one of the creative outlets she enjoyed most. She loved my dad so much she learned to cook traditional mexican dishes from his mother, and made some wonderful salsas to keep handy and feed Dad’s heat obsession. She didn’t always have the budget to cook beyond mac and cheese most days, but she always found ways to dress it up. Hers is the only beef liver I’ve ever enjoyed, but when the breading is that good, ketchup was often unnecessary.

My mom isn’t able to cook anymore, for reasons I’d rather not dwell on here. It’s tough not being able to share my passion for food with her now that I’ve embraced it so thoroughly. Maybe someday…

When I talk about past meals, it’s because they stuck with me. I remember them. Many times, I remember meals better than most other events in my past. I’ve often said it’s because eating can create the strongest memories by combining all the senses.

If I go to a museum, I usually only see the displays and hear the sounds around me and feel the air and floor. I might even smell the age of the display or catch a whiff of someone’s perfume or cologne. So I might max out at four senses in almost anything I do. Eating is a full sensory experience. So great meals with great company can stick with me better than almost anything else.

That’s why my business trip to China back in 2006 left me with more food stories than anything else. It’s also why at the very least I like to have a beverage in hand at all times when getting together with friends. It’s why nearly all my first dates with women in the past involved food or drink. I recognize my connection with food and want to have the best chance to make a memory when I’m somewhere new with new people.

Enjoy!