What kind of experience is it to eat the special food of hometown in other places?

When you eat hometown food in other places, you will have a complex psychology of always abandoning your thoughts but always running to that store. Maybe all the memories are beautiful, that is, what can't be obtained is the same as what is lost. Maybe that shop tastes authentic, but the environment and mood are very different, but you just don't want to admit it yourself. People are like this sometimes. In my hometown, I don't think it tastes so good. In other places, it feels very cordial. There is always a dangerous situation before us. Hometown dishes from other places give tired comfort to people who leave home, and at the same time give them an excuse not to look back. I thought we lost so much to get here, and we endured so much to become who we are today.