I consider myself to be a pretty picky eater. I especially tend to criticize foreign food. If you've never had a conversation with me about "exotic" cuisine, you can expect me to complain that it's too oily, too salty or contains too many flavors. Then, I ask something like, "What's that weird aftertaste? Cardamom? Turmeric? Chalk?"
I am very particular and unfortunately have a poor track record in experimenting with food in other countries. I once spent a month in Costa Rica where I subsisted on Chiky cookies and whole pineapples.
Before coming to Ireland to study at University College Dublin, both my parents and I were nervous about my general nutrition for five months in a country known for potatoes. Unfortunately, potatoes - except in their fried form, perfectly crispy, just the right shade of golden brown and smothered in ketchup - fall under the category of "Foods Allie Hates." So, our fears were justified.
After I figured out where I was going to live - a concrete castle called Roebuck Castle surrounded by a chain link fence and a lot of green grass - I moved on to figuring out how I would not go hungry. I Googled the cafeteria (called the Main Restaurant) and immediately thought, "Good sign, at least UCD's equivalent of O'Hill is a restaurant." I learned that for