I've been to 34 countries.
Might sound silly, but for me the best experience was when we were starving in the Sierras in California. It was summer but it was freezing and raining. We arrived to our campsite, turned our stove on, grabbed some tortilla chips, nacho cheese and jalapenos and decided to make some nachos. Those warm, delicious nachos tasted better than anything I've ever tasted, and I still think about it today.
The gringas (similar to al pastor tacos) in Monterrey, MX in a neighborhood taco stand are a close second. So freaking good
If I had to pick one, it would be rendezvousing with 2 groups of friends in Bologna. We all had a bit of a harrowing journey to get there, but here we were. The first place we went to, directly after arrival, was a charcuterie restaurant that has very informal ordering prices. Through some language barrier we somehow ended up ordering a board that was 6 feet long, with many side plates.
It was basically a catering tray for a wedding of 20, for just the 6 of us. It was so massive that we ended up sharing with other people in the restaurant.
The wine was flowing, we were all so happy to see each other, the food was absolutely ridiculously good.
It is a core happy memory for me. I wish I could reach back and feel that way again. Pure joy is bottomless artisanal meats, bottles of wine, and talking shit to old friends you haven't seen in a while on the other side of the world.
I could have died right there.