One of the most exciting things about traveling is eating the local food. But, to be honest, much of the food in the States is just strange.
Lots of sugar, but surprisingly many things that are fat free. Or deep fried.

Like this corn dog I had at a festival in Windsor, north of San Francisco. A hot dog, dressed in dough – deep fried. I honestly don’t understand.

Or this pizza, at a restaurant in San Francisco that claimed to be Italian. This was no Italian pizza. Too much cheese, far too much dough. Not that I complain about the cheese. The thick crust just misses the hole point with pizza.
Let me put it like this: I have no problem understanding how obesity has become such a public health issue in the US.

Some things were amazing, though. Like the diner breakfasts. The pies. The sushi is the best I’ve ever had, and the tacos in San Francisco were incredible. And I loved the fro yo, with blueberries and crunshed mint chocolate. Sarah really transfered her obsession of fro yo to me.