"Can we go and get a burrito?" my brother, Marc Atrash, asks. He is visiting from Berkley, where he goes to college, and is home for spring break. Upon being asked why he wants a burrito, he explains that they taste better here. "There's just no good Mexican food in Berkley," he says.
I ponder this thought as I look up from a bowl of rice noodles. Being sick, I think to myself, has only blocked me from a few local foods. Burgers, hot dogs, corn dogs and ice cream sundaes are the first to come to mind. After a moment, the Italian foods, pizza and pasta, come to mind, but we're easily able to replicate them. However, Asian, Mexican, Middle Eastern, even some European foods like steaks are still fair game - they're easy to make and something that I can have. However, I've noticed that when we go on vacation, our family constantly runs around just to find a place where I can eat without getting sick. Would living somewhere else, I wonder, affect how and what I can eat?
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