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Food in The Right Places Omar Hernandez Peanut Butter on toast. Next to a steamy glass of hot chocolate, because I don't really like coffee. A plate of tacos. In a restaurant where my parents used to go on dates, In the heart of a little town in Mexico. In’n’out burger. On the sunny California coast, with family you haven't seen in years. A breakfast burrito. In the middle of nowhere Wyoming, served by some ladies that made you feel right at home. A Cinnabon. In the biggest gas station, I’ve ever seen. Of course, it was in Texas. A dollar slice of pizza. Right in the heart of Brooklyn, talking to folks you just met. A Cubano. Right on the tip of Florida, soaking up the sunshine, and the music. A good bowl of gumbo. Near the swamps of Louisiana, watching out for gators. Freshly steamed lobster. Right off the boat, on a fishing dock in Maine. A Coney Dog, with everything on it. At any coney in southeast Michigan.
