A bratwurst from a food stand in Salzburg, just as the cathedral bells started ringing. It was just magical.
I still remember cooking two meals that came out great on my first attempt. One was fish rolled in cracker crumbs and pan-fried in butter and the other was pasta with broccoli, almond slivers, oregano and butter. Since then, I haven’t managed to get those same excellent results, and I’m sure half the reason I remember them so fondly is because it was my first apartment.
I’ve enjoyed Iquana Fricassee on a Caribean beach on several occasions, but I cannot imagine ordering it in a US restaurant.
I drink Carib and Presidenté beers on Caribean beaches. We go through about a case a day. The one time I managed to get a case of Carib in the US I could barely finish it.
Dodger Dogs at Chavez Ravine are exactly what I was thinking of when I posted that 
Subs taste better in a shop where you can smell the combination of oil, spices, and tomato, even if they are not on your particular sandwich.
Touristy as Hell but chicory coffee and a fresh batch of beignets in a paper bag early Saturday morning just before the French Quarter market opens. Never had better anywhere else.
Sunday morning coffee at the Cafe Central Flensburg across from the Marienkirche. Just so good at that moment.
Stadium food. I got to sit in the Verizon box at a Pats game a couple of years back and they were serving beef tenderloin and sushi there but I had to go down a couple of levels and get a sausage sandwich.
It’s been a few months for me. I grew up on 2nd st in OCMD. Have only been back 3 times in the past decade.
Freshly picked raspberries in a bowl with milk and sugar at my Grandma’s kitchen table. Never the same anywhere else.
At the beach, fresh-picked blackberries off the vine.