Everything in moderation. Small portions. Great ideas, but boring, tough and frustrating to achieve. If I'm super hungry, tired, overworked, tipsy, or otherwise zonked, "healthy" dining options are rarely of interest. I'm not dreaming of veggies, fruit and tofu then. No. Gimme my meat, spicy stuff, or cheese.
Last night is a great example. We were trying to leave Medjool, which has one of the best rooftop views of San Francisco. We took the stairs down to Medjool's mezzanine level, to use the restrooms. I grabbed Oscar's arm and stage whispered, "It smells like cheeseburgers in here! I can't go to another bar after this. I need a churro." That was total crazy talk on my part. We had eaten paella and other Sengalese fare at Bissap Baobab a few hours earlier. Maybe I was a teeny bit hungry, but it was likely the booze talking.
He assured me that we would get out of there since the rest of our group was headed home. After saying our goodbyes, Oscar and I started walking down Mission. My mind was on some of my favorite foods: cheeseburgers and pizza. I was also open to finding a churro vendor, who populate the Mission street corners during the day, selling freshly made churros from a large, silver lined, food service delivery type bag. The churro obsession is because I have not been able to sample one in at least a year. It's more of a timing thing: the churros always look and smell divine, but I am usually headed somewhere, or decide I shouldn't have one if I am full (and sober).
Sadly, there were no churros to be had. Instead, we bought some honey nut Cheerios, cookies, orange juice, and other snacks. By the time we got home, I admitted a few glasses of water would be a good idea, first. Once I finished getting ready to sleep, I was too exhausted to check out our fridge and pantry for snack ideas. Maybe I do sometimes get that everything in moderation mantra.