When my wife took her first bite of the sourdough cheese pizza at Lucy’s Restaurant in the English town of Bury St. Edmunds, her eyes opened wide and she said, “This is it.”

If we ever get to eat in restaurants again, Zum Kaaser, tucked away in a village northwest of Kaiserslautern, is at the top of my list.

The menu at Bombay is all over the subcontinent, with the thicker sauces and breads of Pakistan and North India, the spices and rice of the south and lots in between.

In Hawaii, poke in a supermarket is almost as common as sliced bread in a grocery store anywhere else in America.

There’s a storefront in downtown Kaiserslautern that I’ve seen go from a perpetually shuttered burrito shack, to a sausage shop that rarely showed signs of life, to a pizzeria that at least regularly opened its doors, to a burger joint now.

I’d love to tell you about the Chateau Kefraya’s elegant setting, and the experience of sipping the wine the restaurant gets its name from while nibbling on the small-plate appetizers elevated to an art form in Lebanese cuisine.

If you run out of milk, eggs or — shudder — wine on Christmas Eve when the shops shut early and the mother-in-law is arriving, and Amazon still hasn’t delivered that special present you got her, no worries: There are self-service vending machines around Kaiserslautern, Wiesbaden and Stuttgart that can help you out.

There are no dragon rolls at Hashimoto.

Dinner is impossible, lunch is hard to find and takeout is supreme at Italy’s restaurants, all a result of the second coronavirus wave’s effect on dining culture.

It was the last day of business before the November lockdown was to begin. On a balmy afternoon, Vinocentral was as crowded as it could be with social distancing rules in effect.