Yes, that is what I meant. It puts my mind back to the best take-out Chinese (food, not person) I ever had. While the take-out itself might have been a run-off-the-mill
nasi goreng [1] it was the setting which made it memorable. I was on my first long solo cycling trip (where 'long' means about three weeks), about 16 years old and intent on finding a well-hidden spot to pitch my tent for the night [2]. I cycled past that take-away, thought 'why not' and got the food only to continue on my way for a bit. I finally chose a spot next to the river, started the cooker to boil some water for tea and had the
nasi while watching the ships go by on the river. It was getting dark, the ships were lit up like Christmas trees, ships and river flowed by and I felt for probably the first time what it really meant to be free, healthy and self-reliant.
[1] I'm Dutch, nasi goreng (which you could translate to "fried rice with yesterday's leftovers", at least that is how I always make it) is a Dutch-but-really-Indonesian staple food
[2] ...which is illegal in the Netherlands, you can only camp in designated camping spots. While this might be the letter of the law it did not keep a local police officer who cycled by (in another place and time) while I was cooking something next to my tent in a totally illegal spot from wishing me a good dinner and continuing on his way.