I’ll never understand people who go on vacation and insist on having KFC, Starbucks and Budweiser.
Don’t get me wrong, I get that being in Paris, France and ordering a “Royale with Cheese“ is comforting in that it will taste the same as the one you could order in Paris, Ontario – but it’s just not something you make habit.
My brother took a trek up the coast of Australia a few years back and found it frustrating. It felt like he was driving the coast of California, the infestation of American chains was so pervasive.
Homogeny may be comfortable, but eating local and being local is vital to the adventure of travel.
And I do the same on the road. I mean where’s the fun in eating at a Bubba Gump’s in the Cancun airport? Where’s the “Mexico” in that?
On a recent trip to Montana, a two four of Kokanee is just $17 at the Costco in Kalispell, but by ordering familiar, I’d be missing out on local. So I toss a half sack of Wild Huckleberry Wheat Lager from the Great Northern Brewing Company in Whitefish into my cart instead.
We travel to see how the other side of the world lives, to experience life through their eyes, to explore their customs. Sure, some of those customs may include IHOP, Budweiser, Burger King and more – but you can experience that at home.
When in Montana, drink Moose Drool and eat huckleberries.