(Note: “Abroad and in a relationship with food” is a blog that tracks my romantic relationship with food as I study abroad in Parma, Italy. Because I will never love anything as much as I love food.)
Today, I am going to introduce you to some new medical terminology: empty plate syndrome.
Empty plate syndrome is the condition under which a person is entirely unable to stop eating until his or her plate is clean. For someone with empty plate syndrome, fullness does not factor into the decision of whether or not the meal is over. This person could be on the verge of physical explosion from overeating, but he or she will refuse to put down the fork until every last bite has been consumed.
Needless to say, I have a severe case of empty plate syndrome. When there is food in front of me, I turn into a culinary mathlete.
In Europe, empty plate syndrome actually serves me well. Unlike in America where restaurants give you about five times the logical serving size just for kicks, European restaurants actually take human portions into consideration when planning out their menus. Because of this, I’m typically able to lick my plate clean (and I mean that in a very literal sense) without gaining an extra sense of self-loathing.
In Prague, however, I found a place that temporarily cured me of my empty plate syndrome.
Just about anyone who has been abroad, is currently abroad or is planning to study abroad in Europe receives the following advice: visit Prague. For me, at least, I didn't really know what to do with this suggestion. Prague (and the entire Czech Republic, if we’re being honest) has never been on my radar. But, like most college students, when I realized that traveling to Prague meant I could take a photo in front of the picturesque John Lennon wall, I was sold.
As it turns out, Prague has more to offer than occasional photo ops. Everywhere you look — and I mean everywhere — there is something beautiful to see. Example:
The cherry on top of Prague’s ample views is the food. For one thing, there are hot dog and sausage vendors all over the city that put Fenway Franks to shame (sorry Boston, you’re still my home).
For our first dinner, we all agreed that we wanted to eat close to our hostel — after a long day of touring the city, our main priority was getting food in our stomachs. We decided upon a semi-authentic looking restaurant across the street, Café Svatého Václava in Wenceslas Square. I can only call it “semi-authentic” because it had a large sign above the door that read “TYPICAL CZECH RESTAURANT,” i.e. “WE FEED TOURISTS AND ONLY TOURISTS.” Whatever, we were hungry.
After a long while perusing a hyper-translated menu that described details I never wanted to know about (pork knee, pork tongue, pork neck…), I landed upon a beef tenderloin dish that didn't overtly include any terrifying body parts. Enter this plate:
Looks simple, right? Nothing too intimidating, especially for a girl who is literally blogging about food on a weekly basis. Well, kids, there is a first time for everything, and at the end of the meal, my plate looked like this:
And I was stuffed. Everything was amazing, but I felt like if I ate another bite, I would have to go to the Czech hospital. I know what you're thinking: You claim to have empty plate syndrome and you literally just said that you could be on the verge of explosion and keep eating. This all seems like something you made up as an excuse to never stop eating but then one time you got full and you're making an unnecessarily big deal about it.
You make a good point.
Anyways, that is the story of how a semi-authentic and fully delicious restaurant in Prague temporarily cured me of my empty plate syndrome. Am I a hero? I really can't say, but yes.
[youtube]oYoQzLVgN84[/youtube]All photos by Jenna LaConte / Gavel Media
School, major and year: A&S, English and communication, 2014
Hometown: Acton, MA, but my parents recently moved to Beacon Hill, which is way cooler.
What makes the Gavel so BANGin’? Everyone is just the perfect amount of weird. It is one of very few environments in which I don't feel like the weirdest person in the room.
If you could go back in time and give yourself a pep talk the night before you moved into BC as a freshman, what is the most important piece of advice that you would give to your former self? I would offer myself a friendly reminder that everyone comes to college friend-less, and therefore looking for friends. Before coming to BC, I pictured myself eating every meal in solitude because I forgot that I wasn't the only person who would be entering day one without really knowing anybody. That was silly of me.
What is your favorite study spot on campus? Stuart law classrooms.
What is your go-to meal at Late Night? Mozzarella sticks.
What is the #1 most played song on your iTunes? "Gong Li" -- Red Hot Chili Peppers.
What is the best Halloween costume that you have ever worn? I was a Hershey's kiss as a toddler. Aaaaaand I rocked it.
If you could befriend the main characters from any TV show or movie, who would you choose and why? "The Office," because I have always thought that Jim and Pam would appreciate my sense of humor.