mr.arrison wrote:the "box mix" version of the baked cake
Perfect.
All this time, that is what I was looking for.
The first time my band went to Italy, our minds were blown by the Autogrills. Autogrills are the functional equivalent of the Hardees and TCBYs at highway oases. Except there's a dude pulling espresso, and a woman who cooks (heats) up your gnocchi w/pesto right there in front of you when you order it.
We used to torture our friend Agostino by saying that Autogrill was our favorite restaurant.
To him, this Autogrill, she is like Denny's. To us, she is not the best food ever or anything, but to get this as a byproduct of stopping for gas is incredible..
A year or so later, one of Agostino's bands comes to the US. I see him when they are in Chicago. He and his wife Giovanna tell me that they have discovered something in the US that has 'blown their mind' to the same (i.e. limited) degree that the Autogrill blew our minds. That something is called Cracker Barrel.
Sometimes, you don't like something b/c you haven't developed a taste for it.
Sometimes, you don't like something b/c you HAVE developed a taste for it, and the thing you're tasting is not a good example of whatever it is.
Conversely, sometimes you like something b/c you're too inexperienced to know any better, and it appeals to your crude palate in some particular way.
And sometimes you KNOW it's not that great, but it still appeals to you on some basic, junkfood level.
The 'box mix' version of the baked cake. That's it.