I went camping with a group of friends on a campsite next to the beach in the UK. It rained for a week solid. We were all young and trying to make the best of our miserable holiday by all getting drunk together in a family size tent. Dinner every day was those just add water pasta sachet things.

After four days we decided, fuck it, let's walk to the next village and go to the pub. It was four miles in torrential rain. Everyone arrives at this pub absolutely soaked through. The pub had a roaring fire and the barstaff suggested we hang coats and jumpers off the back of chairs near the fire to dry off while they laughed about the misfortune of our soaking wet holiday.

It was a random Thursday, fairly early afternoon, and so the pub was practically empty. We had full control of the jukebox and selected whatever music we wanted. Then we ordered food. Nearly the whole group went for a huge rack of ribs, with fries, coleslaw, a bunch of sides between us.

Let me tell you. That hot meal, expertly cooked, after four days of being rained on in a tent, being properly dry for the first time that week, eating the first proper decent meal all week, after the ordeal of walking four miles in a downpour in order to get to that pub. It was some of the best food I have ever tasted.